Suddenly, Zhao Minglan laughed softly. There was no joy or anger in the laughter, only a kind of understanding that understood everything. She picked up the Hexin wine and handed a glass to Shen Weixi: "Consort, there is no need to be polite. Just drink this glass of wine."
Shen Weixi reached out to pick it up. Just when her fingertips were about to touch the wine glass, Zhao Minglan's hand seemed to slip "accidentally" and the cold wine instantly spilled out, all onto the crimson Jifu on Shen Weixi's chest.
"Oops," Zhao Minglan exclaimed softly, but her tone was unapologetic, "My hand slipped."
Without waiting for Shen Weixi to react, she leaned over naturally. She didn't know when there was a silk handkerchief in her hand, and she pressed it directly towards Shen Weixi's chest that was wet with wine, saying, "Quickly wipe it, don't get cold."
This is an extremely intimate and unexpected gesture. The alarm bells blared in Shen Weixi's head, and he subconsciously wanted to retreat and block. But Zhao Minglan's movements were surprisingly fast, and the fragrant silk handkerchief was firmly pressed on her chest.
Through the soaked clothes and tightly wrapped cloth, the soft and elastic touch of the girl's body, which was completely different from that of the man's, was clearly transmitted to Zhao Minglan's fingertips.
For a moment, the air froze.
Zhao Minglan's hand stopped in mid-air, and the "concern" on his face faded like a tide, replaced by an extreme coldness and sharpness. She slowly retracted her hand, her gaze like a knife piercing into Shen Weixi's suddenly pale eyes.
The red candle flickered, reflecting two equally beautiful but equally pale faces.
Shen Weixi's heart sank to the bottom, and the blood in his body seemed to freeze. It's over.
Purpose: Reading and laughing will solve a thousand worries