After thoroughly waking from their alcohol-induced haze, the British man poured a glass for Yixiu. When he was about to pour a glass for Lin Yixun, she shook her head at him.
"Beautiful lady, this wine doesn’t make you drunk. You can try a little. It’s very good." Although the British man’s Chinese wasn’t fluent, it didn’t hinder understanding.
Lin Yixun looked at the swaying red liquid in front of her, feeling some temptation, and said softly, "Just a little."
After pouring the wine, the British man tactfully left. For a moment, only she and Yixiu were left in the entire villa. Without much common language to share, Lin Yixun and Yixiu chose silence, sullenly sipping their red wine.
Yixiu took an elegant sip of his wine, lowered his gaze to her, and let his eyes fall on her cherry lips. Suddenly, he got up and leaned close to her. Lin Yixun thought he was going to kiss her; her heart tightened, and she hurriedly turned her face away, but the next moment, she felt a cold touch on her lips.
The man’s icy fingertips lightly brushed her lips before retracting, and a deep yet charming voice spoke, "Still like a child, with your mouth all dirty."
It was only then that Lin Yixun realized she had misunderstood Yixiu. A trace of embarrassment flashed across her face. Annoyed and ashamed, she couldn’t help but retort, "Better than a little old man!"
"Little old man?" The man squinted his eyes and curved his lips with interest, "You think I’m a little old man?"
"Don’t you resemble one?" Always with a stern face, giving the impression that everyone owes you millions.
"Haha..." The man suddenly laughed, and a peculiar light flashed in his cold eyes. He cast a deep glance at Lin Yixun, "You don’t like me this way?"
"Who would enjoy facing a grim face every day?"
The man furrowed his brows, seemingly thoughtful. Lin Yixun assumed her words had angered Yixiu and decided to shut up, secretly regretting her decision to engage with Yixiu just now.
After a while, the man suddenly changed the topic, "What do you think of this red wine?"
"I’m not a wine expert. Ask someone else."
"Do you know how this red wine came about?"
"No idea." And not interested.
"I made it myself five years ago. At that time, my skills weren’t very good, so the taste of this wine isn’t great." The man looked at the vine pergola in the distance, his thoughts drifting away, "But I had it stored away, and every year when I come here, I drink a couple of glasses."
Lin Yixun looked at him indifferently, remaining silent.
The man didn’t seem to want her response, continuing on his own, "Some things are really strange, wine. It’s obviously not great, even a bit astringent, but still, one can’t let it go and even becomes deeply obsessed." ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novel·fıre·net
Lin Yixun knew Yixiu wasn’t just talking about the wine, but she couldn’t figure out what he truly wanted to convey. She simply said lightly, "If it’s astringent, then pour it out, or sell it cheap. There’s plenty of good wine in this world."
The man turned his gaze to her, gave a self-mocking smile, and downed his glass of red wine in one gulp before pouring himself another, "Yeah, there’s plenty of good wine in this world."
Lin Yixun sat by the side, coldly watching the man down glass after glass of red wine, without stopping him. She was just his mistress, without the right to stop him, nor the obligation to care if drinking would harm his body.
Gradually, the decanter was getting empty, and the man’s eyes became somewhat hazy. He suddenly got up from his seat, pulled Lin Yixun into his arms, and his hazy eyes stared at her without blinking.