The snow continued to fall, neither getting heavier nor showing any sign of stopping.
It was like a gentle concerto looping continuously, neither stirring nor melancholic.
In the hot spring at the Bai Family's backyard, Du Zhixiang was enjoying himself immensely, with a woman on each arm.
A delicate little boat floated on the hot spring, holding a bottle of red wine and three glasses.
The long-haired beauty on his right poured a glass of wine and handed it to Du Zhixiang: "Mr. Du, have a drink."
"Sure," Du Zhixiang chuckled: "But I can't drink it from the glass."
"No glass? Are you going to drink straight from the bottle?" laughed the voluptuous woman on his left.
Du Zhixiang shook his head: "I want you to feed me."
As he spoke, he pouted.
The two women giggled and playfully hit his chest: "You're so naughty!"
But they still took the wine in their mouths and leaned in towards Du Zhixiang.
