The delicate porcelain cup was placed in front of Elisa.
She reached out to pick it up, the cup's wall was icy cold, feeling no heat at all. Yet the crimson wine inside seemed to contain a terrifying heat, making one's scalp tingle.
In the silence, she sighed softly, "To be honest, I thought you would stall for time."
This was the last thing Elisa wanted to see.
According to the rules, in each round, if both parties pour wine for each other, Huai Shi could very well dawdle and slack off during his turn. What's wrong with taking half an hour to mix a glass of wine? Is perfectionism not allowed?
As long as he dragged it out long enough, the effect of the Wounds Passing Curse would be naturally nullified.
But Huai Shi's speed was beyond her expectation.
In less than two minutes, pouring, heating, and mixing were completed in one go, delivered right into her hands. It was as if he was eagerly awaiting the second round.
