She pushed one of the glasses towards Guisu and picked up the other one herself.
Sima Liuyue leaned her body against the headboard, her fragrant shoulders slightly exposed, and glanced at Guisu with a sultry gaze.
Guisu simply sat on the sofa, looking at her coldly, without any reaction.
The room's temperature was slowly rising, but at this moment, it felt as if the air had frozen.
After a long while, Sima Liuyue's hand holding the glass grew tired.
She gave a bitter smile, took a sip herself, and then let her hand fall.
Perhaps this scene stirred something in Guisu's heart.
To repeatedly reject such a woman like this, was it too petty?
It's just sharing a drink with her, and then asking her to leave afterward.
This way, neither of them would be exhausted.
The refusal tonight was already a foregone conclusion, someone like Sima Liuyue, a noblewoman, should understand when to advance and retreat.
For her, getting a man would be effortless; she didn't lack him at all.
