Lu Minghao looked into his glass of red wine. "There's nothing I'm afraid to say."
After saying this, he happily guzzled the wine down, and Wen Tang's suspended heart settled as well.
Lu Minghao belched.
It might have been because he drank too fiercely or perhaps because he drank too much, but after this drink, he suddenly felt hot all over, showing signs of drunkenness.
His vision also started to blur.
"You've only had a little drink and you're already drunk. Can't you show a bit of masculinity and not make me look down on you?" Wen Tang said, then poured him another glass and took a sip herself.
Lu Minghao lowered his head to look at the glass; several images stubbornly refused to merge. He shook his head forcefully and grabbed the glass to pour it into his mouth.
When he looked at Wen Tang again, it was clear there was a change in his eyes.
Who doesn't like a woman with fair skin, red lips, and white teeth adorned with lustrous black hair?
