When the man saw Su Ran's exquisitely beautiful face, his eyes instantly brightened.
The drunken haze he had been in seemed to instantly clear up.
He staggered up the steps, approached Su Ran, and a wave of alcohol fumes hit her in the face.
The man glanced at the hot tea on the stone table and with a "bang," pushed it all to the ground in displeasure.
"What's the fun in drinking hot tea? It's so boring, tea is nowhere as good as wine. Beauty, let brother keep you company!"
As he spoke, the man directly sat on the stone bench opposite Su Ran, his gaze growing even more brazen, and he muttered to himself.
"Beautiful, really too beautiful!"
Su Ran's eyes turned cold, and she looked up at him. Her face, bewitchingly beautiful under the light, was impressively cold and sinister, and the chillness she radiated was enough to make one shiver.
"Pick it up."
The man paused for a moment but then completely misinterpreted Su Ran's intention.
