"I'm a bit thirsty right now, I don't want to talk."
She glanced at the shattered glass on the floor by the door; it was his fault when he was too rough dragging her in, causing her to lose grip on that bottle of whiskey that had only two sips taken from it, and let it smash to pieces on the ground.
Following her gaze, Shi Yu's cold eyes softened a bit as he took out his phone and called the person in charge at 'Wu Se', instructing them to send over a bottle of low-proof fruit wine.
After finishing the call, he casually tossed his phone on the couch, then embraced Shen Cheng's waist even tighter.
He looked down at her: "Are you angry with me?"
[Perhaps many years later, he would realize that he had already been completely smitten with her from the very first meeting, crazily so. Ever since then, he wanted to pamper that woman like a daughter, for a lifetime, forever. —Xi Yan]
