Zhao Lina pressed Ye Fan down onto the couch and passionately kissed his lips for a good five or six minutes before letting go.
"Hmm, not a bad taste," Zhao Lina commented as she stepped off Ye Fan's lap and casually fixed her clothes, which had gotten disheveled.
Ye Fan gave a silent, bitter smile; he probably understood what Zhao Lina meant. She must have known something and had a feeling they might break up soon—that kiss was likely their last.
But, did he really have it easy with her? Ye Fan didn't believe that at all, mentally preparing himself to be severely wounded and sent to the hospital.
He reached for the bottle of wine and poured two more glasses.
"Clink," Ye Fan and Zhao Lina toasted, then each took a sip of red wine.
"Lina, go select a song to sing," Ye Fan suggested to Zhao Lina. Although he had boasted about being a ballad prince earlier, he wasn't planning on doing karaoke.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Lina remained motionless on the couch and said, "You go."
