"Yes." Lin Xiaowei answered enthusiastically, while serving himself another generous cup of the blissful wine, its sweet aroma wafting up to tease his senses. "According to Li Mei, Yinzhi was blind when he was sold into the brothel, but could suddenly see just fine when he escaped."
Lin Xiaowei gulped the wine down in one swift motion, the liquid gold sliding smoothly down his throat, and smacked his lips in satisfaction, the sound echoing through the room. "This wine is really so good, you are missing out," he said, his words slowly becoming slurred—a telltale sign of him already being tipsy, his inhibitions loosening with each passing moment.
A small, knowing smile crept onto Feng Zhenyu's face, but he ignored Lin Xiaowei's wine-induced ramblings, and still kept talking about the topic at hand, his voice steady and focused.
