"What do we need cups for?"
Cheng Lingzhu opened the lid of the wine jar, "It's not like we're remarrying, drinking a wedding cup again..."
Lu Xuan wanted to say that technically, they could have another one in this lifetime.
Cheng Lingzhu pulled out her hairpin, letting her silky black hair cascade down. She lifted the wine jar and took a drink.
Her face turned even redder.
Cheng Lingzhu took a deep breath, feeling her heart pounding.
If it were her former self, she probably wouldn't be this nervous, she thought.
But not being nervous was one thing, not taking initiative was another.
So, she held the jar and took another drink.
Lu Xuan sighed, watching Cheng Lingzhu, "Alright, I'll do it."
In matters like this, it had always been him taking care of her.
Just like before, in matters of the heart, Lu Xuan had always been the proactive one.
"...No."
Cheng Lingzhu bit her lip and firmly refused.
