She raised her head subconsciously and saw Fang Zhenyi's hand. Before her hand reached his chest, he had already held her hand back.
"Young Master Han, my hand hurts from the way you are grabbing me!" Fang Zhenyi lamented with a change in expression.
She retracted her hand hurriedly when she saw his annoyed look and continued to massage his shoulders.
However, her eyes continued to be glued onto the cup of red wine in his hand; her eyes revealed an ardent anticipation when she saw him bring the wine glass to his thin lips.
She seemed anxious, as if she wanted him to finish the whole glass.
Nian Xiaomu knitted her eyebrows.
She had been acquainted with Fang Zhenyi for more than just a few days, so Nian Xiaomu knew that something was wrong with that expression of hers.
Just when she hesitated and pondered if she should stop him, Yu Yuehan looked up slightly.
