Fixing his gaze upon the audacious young man for a fleeting moment, Xiao Qing made the decision to accept his gesture. Raising her cup in response, she gracefully unveiled her face and downed the contents in a single motion, displaying a level of refinement that contrasted with Michael's less elegant drinking style.
Michael, on the other hand, reciprocated with a boisterous gulp, spilling ale from his mouth and trickling down his chin. "Ahhh, that hits the spot," he remarked, patting his now bulging belly.
"So, how did you find my my food?" he queried, adopting a playful tone that elicited a blush from the beauty before him.
Clearing her throat and mustering her resolve, she thickened her skin and replied, "It was good. The food here always provides a hearty experience." Her voice flowed melodiously, matching her ethereal countenance flawlessly.
