This soft and tender "my dear" astonished Fu Yanlin. He lowered his eyes and saw Wen Sheng's pretty, peach-blossom-pink face.
Her gaze was a bit unfocused, likely due to having had quite a bit to drink, and half of her body was already leaning on his.
The scent of alcohol was evident, and Wen Sheng's delicate lips were more enticing than ripe cherries, gleaming temptingly. As she looked up, her watery black eyes, filled with moisture, appeared both innocent and desirous, instantly capturing Fu Yanlin's heart.
"Been drinking?" Fu Yanlin's brow furrowed slightly as he tenderly tucked away a few loose strands of hair from Wen Sheng's ear.
Wen Sheng obediently nodded, "I had a little bit, I didn't overindulge—Oh right, you haven't introduced me to this lady yet?"
The woman stared at Wen Sheng, her mouth agape.
