Qing Yi sat cross-legged on the verdant grass, her peerless celestial beauty glowing with a faint blush, a hint of confusion in her eyes—she was also drunk.
Her silky, jet-black hair gleamed like satin, her delicate crescent-shaped brows accentuated her charm, while her usually lively eyes seemed slightly clouded. Her vivid red lips were moist and alluring, parted slightly as breaths tinged with wine fragrance escaped, exuding an enchanting allure. Her pearly-white teeth shimmered with a brilliance akin to jade.
One had to admit, this wine was extraordinary—even a Divine Level expert like her was on the verge of succumbing to intoxication. She sat close to Shi Hao, the two clinking their glasses as they downed a fifth cup in no time.
Shi Hao casually draped an arm around her shoulder, feeling the warmth of her snow-white neck, the smoothness of her skin, and her intoxicating fragrance, a blend of orchid and musk.
