Chapter 27
Jiang Li did not remember when he had fainted. All he could recall was the overwhelming scent of whisky and rosewood filling the room, heavy and intoxicating, pressing against his senses until even breathing felt difficult. His eyelids were unbearably heavy, and when he tried to open them, it felt as though sand had been poured beneath them, grinding with every small movement.
After a few slow blinks, his vision finally cleared.
That was when he noticed the weight around his waist.
His breath caught.
An arm was wrapped securely around him—Shen Yu's arm. Their bodies were pressed so close that Jiang Li could feel the steady rise and fall of Shen Yu's chest against his back, warm breaths brushing faintly against his skin.
His eyes widened instantly.
His bare back was flush against Shen Yu's firm chest.
