Emily was still angry, pouting her face, and eating with her head down, pretending not to hear Michaels words. The knife and fork clattered in the plate, indicating the owners unpleasant mood.
Some things are not mentioned by others, but it doesnt mean she doesnt understand.
Since ancient times, the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law has been a big problem. After meeting Catherine, Emily couldnt help but worry. If Mrs. Li likes Catherines type, she is afraid that she will never meet the requirements in this life.
Another sigh.
Her hand brushed past Michael, and the red liquid in the high-footed glass was drained in one go.
It seemed not to be enough, and Emily looked up, searching for the wine bottle.
Seeing her pouring wine for herself, acting like a cloud, completely disregarding him, Michael felt a thump in his heart and reached for the wine bottle.
Unfortunately, he was a step late. While he was thinking about the countermeasures, she had already poured three glasses of wine.
The lights were dim, the fragrance of the wine was still there, but the vision had become blurred. Emily shook her head, feeling both angry and resentful. Her three-glass collapse had lasted throughout her student days, and she never thought it would continue.
The wine glass fell heavily, making a loud noise, which made her unable to help but cry.
"This wine is so hard to drink." Emily buried her head on the table, turning the cup upside down on the table.
Michael couldnt help but laugh or cry. He coaxed in a good voice, "If its hard to drink, lets not drink it. Be good." He then handed the wine bottle in his hand to the passing waiter, "Check, please."
"Check what! I want to drink more!" She burped and said, "The wine is sweet..."
Emily sat up with a silly smile, and the glass wine cup under the light was as still as an artwork, shining brightly and capturing her attention. She stared with wide eyes and murmured in amazement, "What a beautiful cup, you are mine now, hehe."
With a silly laugh, she kissed the body of the cup, her red lips soft and tempting.
Michael stared at the lip print on the cup for a moment, and before he could react, his vision was blocked. Emily, with an unhappy expression, covered the wine cup in her arm and declared her sovereignty, "Dont look, its mine."
Michael snorted coldly, imitating Emily who was lying on the table. He leaned forward, closing the distance between the two, and propped his head on his hand on the table, looking at Emily and said slowly, pointing to the cup, "Its yours, and what about me?"
"You?"
A handsome face suddenly magnified in front of Emily, and she was stunned. Then her cheeks flushed, not knowing whether it was shy or the wine was going up, "Are you... also mine?"
"Of course." Michael said affirmatively without thinking.
"Hehe." Emilys smile became even more intense, and her hazy eyes looked at Michael, blinking, thinking about something.
Michael felt tired, blaming himself for being too slow to react just now and not stopping the wine in time. If the scene from a year ago when Emily was drunk were to reappear, he... its hard to describe.
A dark figure flashed and disappeared, and Michael was lost in thought. In an instant, his vision went black, and he was hugged by someone. The restless head kept moving in his arms, accompanied by drunken laughter and playful words, "You are finally mine."
Michael caught Emily who was pouncing on him with one hand to prevent her from falling to the ground, and with the other hand, he rubbed his lips and chuckled. When his vision was blocked just now, the wine hit his face, and he felt a soft touch on his lips.
It seems not to be an illusion.
This blind date dinner, although the process was not satisfactory, the result was at least good.
For some people.
The walls are adorned with pink and white wallpaper, white gauze curtains block the light of the rising sun, and a simple and cute heart-shaped lamp hangs above. Emily rubbed her face and realized it was still her own home. It seems that nothing big happened yesterday except for drinking too much wine.
She closed her eyes and continued to sleep.
The place she rubbed her face against seemed smoother than before, warm, and the height of her hands and legs seemed not the usual height she hugged. There were patterns and undulations, and her head seemed to be resting on something...
Emily opened her eyes, withdrew her restless hands and legs, turned over silently, and covered herself with the quilt.
She felt a bit like dying.
Michael woke up as soon as Emily opened her eyes. He watched her complete a series of actions from beginning to end, wanted to laugh, but had to hold back. He also turned over and over with Emily, hugging her waist from behind, and she was so startled that Michael almost lost his composure.
"Are you awake?" The mans hoarse voice just after waking up asked leisurely.
Emily grabbed the quilt, and with a voice as thin as a mosquito, she hummed a sound, her head buried even lower, and inadvertently was propped up behind, her face flushed, and she quickly straightened up to look out.
Michael hugged her tighter, biting her small and round earlobe, and warned in a low voice, "Dont move around."
Hearing this, Emily really didnt move anymore, her whole body was tense, and she was honest like another person.
"Uh." Emily still couldnt help but ask, "What about us..."
"It was me taking advantage of you."
Michael admitted it openly, which made Emily not know how to continue.
Michael didnt plan to let Emily go either. He found her small hand from the waist and took it in his palm, and continued, "When Im not around, youre not allowed to drink, okay?"
"I knew it a year ago." Emily replied subconsciously, but then she felt a sting on her neck and quickly changed her words, "I wont next time."
Michael then loosened his mouth, "Be good."
"..."
No one would have thought that the matter that had been silent for so many years was broken by three glasses of red wine, which was both annoying and funny.
Emilys soul wandered outside the world as she brushed her teeth. Under the dual illumination of sunlight and mirrors, she always felt that something was dazzling and not quite right.
After brushing her teeth, her hand on the faucet stopped, and Emily rushed out of the bedroom without saying a word.
"Mu Chen, Mu Chen."
At that time, the man was cooking, and when he heard the shouting, he looked sideways and stood in the light, his handsome features softened due to the earthly fireworks.
While asking, he was busy frying the dishes in his hands, "Is something wrong?" He already had some guesses about Emilys excited reaction.
Emily grinned and walked up to him, showing him her open palm, "What is this?"
There was a ring on the root of her ring finger, a ring.
Michael withdrew his gaze, and a dish was just done, so he got up and瑁呯洏, pretending to be clueless, "Is this a new ring you bought? Its not bad, it looks pretty good."
"Hey!" Emily was extremely dissatisfied with this answer.
Michael coughed lightly twice, really wanting not to look at her, but his gaze was always hard to control, "Dont look, what I mean, you should know."
Emily hummed, "I dont know anything."
He didnt say anything, what could she know? What if she got the wrong idea? This is a lifelong event.
"Ah." Michael sighed, "I still prefer you drunk last night, and as soon as I saw the ring, I knew you were going to propose."