"Just take a sip and you’ll know."
Shen Cheng thought, wealthy people wouldn’t drink such cheap alcohol.
Especially not someone as extraordinarily wealthy as him.
The alcohol he drinks would at least cost five figures; he should be indifferent to this single-digit priced white spirit.
Not to mention taking a sip, even smelling it again would prompt a refusal from him.
The alarmingly handsome man in front of her surprisingly lifted the glass to his lips and elegantly took a sip.
Just like tasting wine, after discerning the flavor, he gave his verdict: "Inferior!"
Shen Cheng huffed: "No taste!"
Although the alcohol was a bit cheap, as long as it felt good to drink, why bother if it was inferior or not.
She ordered another glass of white spirit, about to drink, but Shi Yu stopped her.
He held her hand that was holding the glass, tightening slowly, his seductive thin lips curving in both a cold and heated arc, "What, you think I lack taste somewhere?"
Shen Cheng struggled a bit, but couldn’t escape, and said grumpily, "Everywhere lacks taste!"
Hearing her words, Shi Yu slightly furrowed his brows, "What about fancying you then?"
"That’s also lacki..." Shen Cheng almost got riled up by him, but luckily she caught herself in time not to fall into his trap.
"Fancying me is your ultimate sophistication!"
She straightened up her posture, her soft chest slightly revealing, attracting Shi Yu’s burning gaze, "What about fancying this part?"
Following his gaze, Shen Cheng instinctively covered her chest, "Scram!"
Damn it, this beast, always out of control wherever he goes!
The hand holding her even tightened further, as if intending to crush her bones.
"Damn you! It hurts!"
Shen Cheng struggled, but Shi Yu refused to let go, instead clenching tighter, his eyes beginning to emit a dangerous aura.
Shen Cheng glared at him, grinding her teeth, wishing she could tear his face off.
His hand suddenly exerted more force, making Shen Cheng’s hair stand on end, and she directly bit down on his hand.
A deep intake of breath escaped from Shi Yu after she bit him hard.
Even if she bit him, he had no intention of letting go, his cold gaze swept over her body, finally settling on her abdomen.
The look in his eyes turned cold, icy, then filled with fury.
"Damn woman, are you addicted to exposing yourself?"
Usually, when Shi Yu is angry, he calls Shen Cheng by her full name, now replacing it with "damn woman", signifies that anger cannot adequately describe his feelings at this moment.
Better described as rage or thunderous fury.
With a forceful grasp, he clenched even more firmly!
Shen Cheng cried out in pain, but far from lessening his grip, he continued to exert force, as if trying to vent all his anger on her hand.
"It hurts, it hurts..."
Shen Cheng knitted her brows tightly, hitting and slapping him, but he was unmoved, refusing to let go of her hand.
Having no other choice, she could only answer his question, "It’s so hot, exposing a bit won’t kill anyone!"
Besides, it was her first time wearing a crop top!
Although her original intention was to prove herself a woman of her word, even though she didn’t know he was coming back to the country today.
"No matter how hot, you’re going to endure it!"
Shi Yu released her hand, and the cup in her hand flew out, shattering as it hit the ground.
Shen Cheng rubbed her painfully sore hand, about to curse, when a jacket was draped over her shoulders, still carrying Shi Yu’s unique scent.