Tang Yumeng held a smile, her arms crossed in front of her chest, saying, "If that's the case, what are you waiting for?"
"Huh?" Lin Chuan didn't catch on immediately.
"Cheers," Tang Yumeng laughed as she raised her glass.
The two clinked their glasses gently and tilted their heads back to drink.
On the first day of the New Year, this man and woman were tasting red wine at home. Tang Yumeng had stashed away quite a few good wines, and this time, in high spirits, she opened all of them. Lin Chuan tasted them one by one, both savoring carefully. From red wine to brandy, from brandy to foreign liquor...
Tang Yumeng drank until she was utterly confused, as if enveloped in a misty drizzle.
Lin Chuan felt like he was looking at flowers through fog. Sitting on the couch, Tang Yumeng perched on Lin Chuan's lap, with Lin Chuan embracing her slender waist, he said, "Sis, this is genuine brandy. Don't you think it's a waste to mix it with juice like this?"
