Huang Qin watched Li Jing leave without a trace of reluctance, her eyes slightly narrowed, with colors deep within her pupils constantly changing.
She gently swirled the wine glass in her hand, her slender fingers playing with the empty glass, her fingertips lightly stroking the rim.
The drunkenness originally in her eyes was gradually fading, revealing a rare hint of appreciation: "Quite composed, didn't take advantage of my drunken state to get close to me.
I wonder if he's an old hand at romance, or truly a gentleman."
Saying this, she slowly stood up, glanced at the wine bottles on either side, and noticed that Li Jing's was noticeably more consumed, she paused slightly in surprise.
Her delicate eyebrows slightly arched, and although she said nothing, her lips curled up slightly, then she put on her coat again and turned to leave the tent.
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