The Shen family rarely drank alcohol, but they had a collection of fine wines for entertaining guests.
Looking at the array of red wines in the cabinet, Han Yingying steeled her heart, grabbed a bottle, and walked off.
Alcohol bolsters the coward.
If she could get rid of the hassle that was He Xinyou, it would be worth it.
Clutching the red wine, she returned to the bedroom, sat on the bed, and began to guzzle straight from the bottle.
Shen Mosheng watched her with a shocked expression, taking a while to find his voice, "Yingying, you are..."
Setting down the wine bottle and belching, Han Yingying, her face flushed, giggled foolishly at him, "Shen Mosheng, you're really nice... burp... to look at."
"Yingying, why are you suddenly drinking?" Seeing that she had already consumed most of the red wine, Shen Mosheng frowned slightly, asking with concern, "Did something upset you?"
"Shen Mosheng, am I pretty?"
"Pretty."
"Do you like it?"
