"I'm sorry!"
The sommelier kept bowing and apologizing profusely as if his life depended very much on this job. Lucianna felt bad for a moment and also apologized for bumping into the young boy.
Beichen took out his handkerchief and started to wipe down the wine that had splashed along Lucianna's chest.
"Honey, you're all sticky here," said Beichen, curiously moving the handkerchief to wipe away the almost non-existent stain on the round, soft curves peeking out from the deep V-neck dress that barely contained everything.
People were staring, but Beichen was shameless and continued his ambiguous movements along Lucianna's chest. She didn't care much, only focusing on the mission at hand, and politely asked the sommelier boy for a handkerchief, which he quickly gave to her apologetically.
Then, she walked over to Fat Ben, who was not so fat as his name suggested.
