Wu Xue was taken aback for a moment before looking down at her own neckline and instantly understood Gu Tao's implication. She gave Gu Tao a particularly charming glare, then covered her neckline with her hand, "I'm going to greet some guests, I'll come find you guys later."
"You're trying to kill me, aren't you?" Gu Tao looked around. "Look at the way they're staring at me."
"Isn't that good?" Wu Xue raised an eyebrow. "It's like the spotlight on stage is shining on you."
"Oh, damn it, Miss, you should know that a young man's love and hatred do not come from the heart, but entirely from the eyes."
As soon as Wu Xue heard this guy recite a modified passage from Romeo and Juliet with a translator's accent, she almost couldn't help but laugh out loud, but in order to maintain her dignified demeanor, she snatched the glass from Gu Tao's hand, poured herself half a glass of red wine, gulped it down, then handed the glass back to Gu Tao, "I'll come back later."
"Oh."
