After Juan Mao, Little Sword God, and Master Bei left, only Song Yun and Qiu Chumeng were left in this sizable bar within the estate.
Soft, lyrical music played from the speakers. The bar wasn't noisy, and with no one else around, it felt atmospheric and romantic.
Qiu Chumeng held a glass of red wine in her hand. She had already drunk quite a bit, her cheeks were flushed, and she frequently stole glances at Song Yun, her gaze slightly entranced, exuding a charm.
Song Yun sized up Qiu Chumeng, thinking to himself, "This little girl, who would've thought she's quite alluring."
Just as he was thinking this, Qiu Chumeng suddenly reached out and grabbed his arm, slurring slightly, "Song Yun, ever since we parted last time, it's been so long since we've met, did you ever think of me?"
As the saying goes, alcohol loosens the tongue, and it had certainly emboldened Qiu Chumeng.
Ever since they parted at the Qiu family, Song Yun's figure often appeared in her mind.
