When their arms intertwined tightly, Xia Yiwan's breath suddenly became erratic.
The distance between her and Si Mo was too close - close enough for her to feel the warmth radiating from his body.
She never expected him to show up tonight, nor did she anticipate such intimate contact with him.
As for the ceremonial wedding toast? She was completely taken by surprise.
Thinking of the implications behind that drink, Xia Yiwan couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow in her heart.
"Drink up!"
"Hurry up, Sister Xia!"
Under the prodding of others, Xia Yiwan struggled to finish the drink in her cup.
"Good job!" Someone cheered from the sidelines.
No sooner had Si Mo returned to his seat than Long Yawu moved in closer.
"Mr. Si, now it's your turn to host."
Long Yawu's voice was coquettishly sweet as she moved her body closer to Si Mo's.
Si Mo's eyes turned icy, but he did not move away.
He was curious to see how Shi Beixi would react to him being this close to another woman.
