"It's... okay, you don't need to wipe it off anymore." He had almost exhausted all his self-control to suppress the surge of desire for her that welled up from the bottom of his heart.
"Oh." Su Jia smiled slightly, somewhat embarrassedly she said, "Mr. Lu, I'm really sorry, it was an accident just now..."
With that, she lifted her head and met his gaze.
There was not a hint of mockery in Su Jia's eyes, as if she was sincerely apologizing to him.
Lu Yanhe was still holding the wine glass, his knuckles white from gripping it too tightly.
He looked at the woman in front of him with a sincere face and then turned his head away, lifting his hand to swallow the wine in his glass.
But he hadn't expected that, in his hurry to cover up his own panic, he would choke.
"Oh no." Su Jia laughed, her eyes playful yet filled with meaning as she looked at him, "Mr. Lu, why are you drinking so fast, no one is competing with you..."