Luo Xiansheng considered himself a seasoned warrior in the arena of romance, yet hearing Yanqing's comment caught him off guard, causing him to spray the sip of wine he had just swallowed straight across the table, right onto Qiao Mufeng's face.
Qiao Mufeng wiped his face and stood up, "Hey, Brother Sheng, are you trying to give me a red wine facial mask?"
Everyone burst into laughter.
Luo Xiansheng hurriedly reached out, "You better return the favor with a facial mask next time. Now, everyone quiet down, we're getting to the key part."
Luo Xiansheng wrapped an arm around Tang Yanqing's neck and interrogated, "Really, you lost it?"
Tang Yanqing's face turned slightly red, but he couldn't suppress his happiness, "…Not really, or you could say it's like scratching an itch through the boot. But—absolutely fantastic."
Luo Xiansheng turned his head to find something, but finding nothing suitable, he picked up the wine glass on the table and bumped his head with it.
