The curves of her body were clearly outlined in this moment, tight and rounded, flawless.
Xu Qingyan looked puzzled, unsure of what the other person intended to do. Was this an attempt at seduction? But that didn't seem right either, it wasn't in her character, seduction was utterly superfluous.
Even without bait, he would've bitten the hook.
The red wine was opened nonetheless, and Xu Qingyan, observing the inexplicable sense of ritual, originally wanted to say something, but then thought better of it. He couldn't get drunk anyway, the person was just pouring for herself.
Pei Muchan's face was without makeup; her lips were a pale shade, as her skin remained pale and fair. Her arms even looked a touch creamy, exhibiting tight, pliant skin.
After all, she was a fair distance away from her thirties, appearing youthful throughout. She usually didn't even fit the mature category, and sometimes even seemed childish.
"A toast?" she asked.
