The private room was buzzing with life.
Wen Yao nestled in Li Chen's arms, ignoring the gossip around her.
Perhaps, in her naïve heart, Li Chen had already become her entire world.
Han Ling kept glancing over, her eyes filled with ever-growing envy. Recalling what Wen Yao had told her, she felt utterly flustered and somewhat tempted to action.
"Senior!" She lifted her glass and looked towards Li Chen.
"Come on, let's drink!" Li Chen, sensing her loneliness, laughed heartily and picked up his glass.
They clinked glasses and chugged.
The two of them knocked back three or four bottles of beer in no time.
A tipsy flush crept across Han Ling's face, and her sparkling eyes began to blur.
Naturally pretty and reserved, she now exuded a rare seductiveness under the influence of alcohol, looking so pitifully charming that Li Chen felt both pity and fascination.
He put down his glass, and as his hand fell back to the sofa, it accidentally brushed against a delicate wrist beside him.
