Ming Yao's long lashes fluttered as she raised her drunken, hazy, beautiful eyes.
She was naturally radiant and stunning. Having had too much to drink, her cheeks were tinged with a faint blush, her eyes misty as if shrouded in a pool of spring water. With her eyebrows arching and the teardrop mole under the corner of her eye, she looked irresistibly alluring.
She wore a champagne-gold camisole with loose jeans cinched at the waist with a small clip because it was too thin.
The scenery below her collarbone was partly hidden and partly visible.
She definitely didn't know how enchanting she looked right now.
Gu Siting watched her, his gaze growing deeper, and his Adam's apple unconsciously bobbed, "Who let you drink so much?"
Ming Yao blinked her eyes.
She felt the man in front of her looked somewhat familiar but, with her mind in a haze, she couldn't remember where she had seen him.
"Are you the new fresh meat? But you don't look that fresh. Perhaps a bit old, right?"
