Eric and Wu Mei walked into the banquet hall, each taking a glass of red wine from the tray held by the waiter and clinking them together.
Wu Mei gazed affectionately at Eric, the smile on her face becoming increasingly intense. Eric raised an eyebrow and nudged Wu Mei's waist with his elbow, saying lightly, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
As if returning from some kind of reverie, Wu Mei chuckled and firmly took Eric's arm, paying no mind to her chest being taken advantage of by Eric. She dragged him to the sofa next to the hall where guests could rest.
After sitting down, Wu Mei still didn't let go, leaning close, so close that it seemed like she wanted to melt into Eric's body. Eric felt a bit awkward and pulled his arm away.
"The esteemed Living Buddha of Sakya, the Young Master of the Medicine King Sect, and the Chairman of the Ling Yan Group are shy?" Wu Mei held onto Eric's arm tightly, her watery eyes never leaving his face.