Mo Ze really went all out, the red wine laid out before him was the one Ye Li had always coveted, yet Mo Ze never gave her any. Glancing at the dejected Mo Ze, Ye Li poured herself a glass of wine, "So, what are you thinking now?"
"I'm not thinking anything." Mo Ze huffed childishly, "Anyway, she can't treat me like dirt."
It was indeed a fine wine. Ye Li took a sip, her eyes arching slightly, which, together with her delicate eyeliner, added a somewhat seductive charm.
Qi Yue glanced at her, quite admiring Ji Yanchen. He dared to let his wife out like this, without worrying about others coveting her.
"How did she treat you like dirt?" Ye Li talked him through it slowly, "We should be reasonable, okay? Neither of you are married, and you've only met for a matchmaking date; your relationship isn't even confirmed."
Mo Ze felt somewhat dizzy from her series of analyses, insisting, "Our families intend to arrange a marriage."
