The man raised an eyebrow nonchalantly, placing the peeled chestnuts in the small dish in front of Yun Ran, and casually picked up the wine cup in front of her.
"I'll drink this one."
Yun Ran rolled her eyes at him, "Why? Is that cup more fragrant?"
The man curled his lips into a light smile, fingers gently rubbing the glass cup, speaking seriously, "I like this cup."
Yun Ran: "..."
[Two identical cups and you can still have a preference?]
[This man is quite cautious, but pity, both cups have the same wine; the problematic one is the remaining wine in the jug, hmph hmph! Didn't see that coming, did you?]
Nangong Mo: "..."
The man gently swirled the glass cup in his hand, the pale red wine swirling in the cup like ripples, much like the faint smile curled at his lips.
Indeed, didn't see that coming, but now it's known.
Yun Ran glanced at the man across from her, holding the cup and smiling down, silently cursing 'disaster' in her heart, raised her cup, and sincerely said:
