Ji Chengzhou looked at the seemingly obedient woman in front of him, "Drink."
"Drink?" Sang Qian was surprised.
Ji Chengzhou's eyebrows raised slightly, "What, are you unwilling?"
"I'm willing, of course I'm willing." Sang Qian acted as if she was flattered and overjoyed, "I'm just too happy."
Immediately, someone brought over two glasses of champagne.
Sang Qian held her glass and looked at the man of distinguished temperament in the wheelchair, finding him truly inscrutable. How could he just agree?
"Switching cups, switching cups..."
The teasing calls started again.
Sang Qian bent over, leaning forward, stretching out her hand to hook Ji Chengzhou's arm.
He suddenly switched the glass to his other hand, leaving her to hook at nothing. She looked at him, not understanding.
The woman wore a V-neck gown that evening, and due to her leaning over, her chest was slightly exposed. From Ji Chengzhou's angle, he could just see the fair and seductive cleavage.