"Lin Zifeng, can I ask you a question?" Suddenly, Nangong Bing stood up, her tender snowy eyes staring intently at the man's face, her bashful cheeks failing to hide a hint of allure.
Lin Zifeng thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "What question? Go ahead."
"Do you, do you like me?"
"Ah—!"
Lin Zifeng almost choked to death on his drink.
He chuckled and said, "Hehe, Goddess, don't joke about this, we can't just say such things for fun." Lin Zifeng replied with an embarrassed laugh.
"I'm being serious with you, be solemn!"
The woman coquettishly pouted, arching her ample, full chest and said with a smile, "Do you understand what I am saying?"
"Uh, come on, let's drink!" The man was startled and, after realizing what Nangong Bing meant, quickly continued to hold his glass and started making jokes on purpose to change the subject.
Now the woman was a bit annoyed.
After reluctantly accompanying him in drinking several more glasses, her head suddenly felt woozy.