Dongfang Wuya drained the wine from his cup in one gulp, then motioned for Shen Qinghe to fill it again.
Shen Qinghe had no choice but to pour him another cup, and he emptied it as soon as she did.
She knew Dongfang Wuya had a high cultivation base, and that a few cups of wine were nothing to him, but she couldn't help but remind him, "Uncle Master, please drink slowly, be careful not to harm your health by drinking too hastily."
An Lu, who was beside him, saw Dongfang Wuya drinking so enthusiastically, and having the chance to gaze at him closely, her eyes became blurry with fascination. She found the man in front of her unbelievably handsome.
Because of the alcohol, his lips glistened with wine, which made his thin lips appear even more sensual and alluring. His usually cold peach-blossom eyes now seemed to be filled with peach blossom wine, emitting a gentle shimmer as if beckoning someone to reach out and touch him.