Yan Luoxi's eyes suddenly widened in disbelief as she looked at him. His offhand comment had made her heart tremble to the point of shaking. It took her a long while to find her voice again, "Are you joking?"
"Madam, let's have a talk about love," Li Yeqi set down his wine glass, his expression serious and focused.
The wine glass suddenly slipped from her hand, the red wine soaking her clothes, and as the glass hit the floor and shattered, the shards cut the back of her hand. She felt none of it, though, as she stared at him, dazed.
What had he just said?
No, she must have heard wrong.
Seeing the cut on her hand, Li Yeqi rose to his feet, circled the table, and crouched in front of her. His cool, large hand grasped her wrist and pulled it towards himself. Seeing the fresh red blood, his brow furrowed slightly, "Does it hurt?"
