Feng Yun entered the room, and Si Hua and Nong Qin bowed their heads.
To keep out the cold wind, a thick curtain hung across the room.
The atmosphere was so quiet it was suffocating.
Wen Xingsu's call of "Yao Yao" rang out unusually clear...
Feng Yun thought he had seen her. Smelling the strong scent of alcohol in the room, she furrowed her brows, approached the plush wooden couch she had prepared herself, signaled to Pinshu to bring over some water, wrung out a towel, and personally wiped Wen Xingsu's face.
"Chunyu Yan is just a madman, big brother, why bother with him? If he toasts you and you don't want to drink, then don't, there's no need to give him face."
That gentle voice faintly entered his ears, and in the flickering light and shadow were hazy silhouettes. Wen Xingsu, with half-closed eyes, dreamily opened them then closed them again.
"You should go... I am not a gentleman..."
His throat was dry, his voice somewhat hoarse.
