Gao Yuan had never imagined Li Mengqing felt this way.
If it weren't for this opportunity, he never would have truly understood her.
All this time, he had seen Li Mengqing as a woman with a mind of her own—a modern, independent woman.
He never would have guessed that deep down, she was so soft! So vulnerable, even.
Gao Yuan quietly placed his hand on Li Mengqing's back, and he clearly felt her body tremble sharply.
"What fruit would you like, Princess?"
Li Mengqing remained lying on her stomach. As she turned her head to look at him, Gao Yuan casually asked what fruit she wanted.
This time, Li Mengqing didn't look away. Instead, her gaze was fiercely challenging as she stared at Gao Yuan.
"I want to drink!"
"As you wish, Princess!"
Without a word, Gao Yuan turned, poured two glasses of red wine, and handed one to Li Mengqing.
But Li Mengqing didn't bother clinking glasses with him. She just tilted her head back and downed it in one gulp.
