Xia Zhaoyun had a bone-deep aversion to the very concept of "men." After all, every miserable memory she had was tied to one. Who was to blame? She was delicate and soft, but no one had ever been willing to genuinely pay the price for this beauty—to have her back.
But when it came to specific individuals, as long as she wasn't put in a compromising position with them, it was fine.
The only exception was the man in front of her. She wasn't particularly guarded around him, perhaps because she saw him as a fellow member of the marriage-averse club.
'Men are all about saving face. If I refuse to drink in front of so many people, who knows what kind of trouble he'll stir up later.'
'It's just a glass of red wine, maybe ten percent alcohol. What's there to be afraid of?'
Xia Zhaoyun's eyes darted around before she picked up the wine glass and chugged it down in one go. Everyone stared, slightly stunned.
Liu Mingkun couldn't help but say painfully, "Sister-in-law, that's a '66 Bor..."
