"What's wrong? Is there someone you like?" Ruan Yang asked curiously while she ate her hot and spicy soup. "Who has such poor taste? How could someone not like our loveable baby Changqing? Tell me his name and I'll help you poke his eyes blind."
Changqing's pursed lips quivered for a while before asking, "Do you have alcohol?"
"I'll open something up for you." Ruan Yang opened a bottle of red wine immediately.
Changqing poured half a glass and became depressed. The astringent flavour reflected her mood, and her eyes became red and moist.
"Are you really upset?" Ruan Yang stopped teasing her and became serious.
"I…" Changqing opened her mouth but she couldn't mention Guan Ying as they were all friends. "Ruan Yang, do you think all men like elegant and gentle women, mm, just like Guan Ying?"
