"You weren't like this before, you used to hold my hand so carefully."
Luo Bingying's face was covered in a red blush, but her expression was that usual indifference, her slender Liu Mei still knitted together: "Shen Yuan, are all men so impatient for sex?"
"Before I just had the heart but not the courage, now I have both the heart and the courage, it shows you don't understand men well enough."
Shen Yuan tapped his fingers against the wine glass, his nimble digits playing as if on a piano, creating a "ding ding dang dang" sound.
Luo Bingying's gaze was drawn to his hands.
Shen Yuan's fingers were smooth and distinct, with a bony grace, and the proportions were also quite good.
If the fingers were just a bit longer, a bit more proportionate, they would be as perfect as those in the comics.
But these hands were already better than most ordinary people's.
"Shen Yuan, could you pour me a glass too?"
Luo Bingying asked.
"Sure."