Half a glass of red wine, glittering and intoxicating like a ruby, was held aloft by her pale, slim fingers, making the red wine even more alluring.
She picked up the wine glass and walked slowly in Shen Shihan's direction.
Her heart, though, was extremely calm; she needed this well-paying job, she needed to support her mother.
But as she had never done something like this before, even standing right before Shen Shihan, she had no idea what to do.
"Dragging your feet – are you going to dillydally until tomorrow?" Shen Shihan looked at her and said coldly.
Their gazes met, and he saw anger in her eyes.
Mo Shuifu had no choice but to sit next to him, raising her wrist high, "Third Young Master Shen, please open your mouth."
A deed that should have been flirtatious, yet when spoken from her lips, sounded like feeding medicine.
A speechless Shen Shihan's face was lined with black marks, truly at a loss for words.
"Don't you know how to feed a drink?" Shen Shihan looked at her.
