His hand stopped on Su Qingnuan's hand, her delicate skin incomparable to the women in the bar, heavy with makeup and perfume.
Su Qingnuan's skin was porcelain white. At the moment, having had some alcohol, the blush on her cheeks made her appear even more alluring, resembling a ripe snow peach, utterly captivating.
Huang Mao swallowed hard, leaning closer to Su Qingnuan.
"Want another drink?" he asked in a low voice.
Su Qingnuan turned her head. Her clear eyes reflected Huang Mao's enamored expression.
"Yes."
She answered honestly.
At this moment, Su Qingnuan was already half-reclining on the sofa, her whole body slack and soft, yet she still held onto her wine glass.
Looking at her innocent demeanor, Huang Mao chuckled lightly. "Then let's do something important first. After we're done, we'll drink some more."
With that, Huang Mao wrapped his arm around Su Qingnuan to help her to her feet.
