He slowly released Lu Zhaozhao, his eyes showing confusion, "You... drank?"
It seemed she would always cry after drinking.
Lu Zhaozhao nodded dumbly, the corners of her eyes red and still wet, "Mhm, I did."
Her voice carried a nasal tone, sounding pitiful.
Song Sinian pinched her chin, looking down at her, observing the smeared lipstick on her lips, his fingertips gently grazed across it.
Mmm, even more smudged.
The bright red mark on her pale little face was especially striking, yet inexplicably it made him feel at ease.
The irritability that had colored Song Sinian's brows instantly faded away.
His eyelids drooped, meeting her gaze with an unruffled black stare and muttered, "The taste of red wine is pretty good."
"Hmm?" Lu Zhaozhao's head was foggy, and just as she tried to say something, Song Sinian pulled her in again.
He casually wrapped one arm around her waist, slightly bending over, kissing her more forcefully than before.
After a long while, the two parted again.