The aroma of the wine carried the delicate sweetness of lychees, lingering in Lu Ying's breath.
The girl in his arms had a slender, soft waist, and her alluring, upturned phoenix eyes brimmed with flirtatious charm, leaving Lu Ying momentarily dazed.
He quickly steadied himself, withdrew his hand, and said, "Stand properly by yourself."
Shen Yinning tilted her head.
She placed her gilded folding fan onto the round table, wrapped her arms around Lu Ying's neck, and, like a boneless little fish, clung limply to him.
Standing on tiptoes, she lifted her face and pecked at his thin lips. "After punishing you like that, are you secretly resenting me?"
A kiss with the flavor of lychees.
Lu Ying pushed away the thoughts filled with longing and ambiguity, responding coldly, "A noble young lady, born of gold and jade, would she really fear being hated?"
