Chu Wenjie was somewhat embarrassed, "No need, no need, I'll do it myself."
But Ling Hua did not hand the wine to him; instead, she leaned in close to his lips, "Come on, Jie, have a taste. This is our teahouse's specialty, Long Rong. It's really good stuff."
Ling Hua's slender hand holding the wine glass was enough to evoke sympathy from any man.
Chu Wenjie looked at me, and I nodded at him, "Give it a try, relax a bit. The ways of men and women are just these things after all."
Chu Wenjie was a bit nervous, his body stiff as he leaned his lips toward the cup and took small sips.
After Chu Wenjie finished drinking, Xiao Qin picked up a grape from the table, held it to her lips, and brought it close to Chu Wenjie's.
This time Chu Wenjie didn't refuse, but with a misty look in his eyes, he leaned in and bit the other side of the grape, swallowing it in one mouthful.
