"Miss, is this wine your favorite?" Lin Xiaosu asked.
"Yes!" Su Yueyan also drank from her cup. Amidst her unparalleled beauty that no painter could capture, there was suddenly a hint of intoxication. The distance between her and Lin Xiaosu had shrunk from the initial three feet to a mere breath away.
"Do you really like such a scene, Miss?" Lin Xiaosu's eyes seemed somewhat confused.
"And what about you, young master? Do you not like it?"
Su Yueyan, as if unable to hold her liquor, leaned half her body on his shoulder.
This slight tremble was enough to dismantle all of a man's defenses...
In the tavern room just across the street, Saintess Qian Ling stared into Lin Xiaosu's eyes: "Husband, how is it?"
Lin Xiaosu extended his hand, wrapped it around her waist, and pulled her onto his lap.
"Ah? What has gotten into you?" Saintess Qian Ling blushed deeply.
"Just had a cup of wine, quite strong, sweetheart. Your husband needs some comfort..."
