I Won't Forget This Grudge

“Now, the drink,” Shen Zeming said, glancing at the Chilled White Wine Spritzer with a Twist of Lime that had just touched her plump yet alluring lips. Watching the tilt of her head, the crescent moon-like glow of her gaze, and the slight curl of her lips, he continued,

“This one’s interesting because it depends on your mood. You spend so much time role-playing and chasing bad guys, so you’d probably want something refreshing to help you reset.”

He paused for a moment, his calm eyes briefly observing her. He noticed how her hands, which had been fidgeting as though searching for something to hold or something to do, had finally stilled. Her body language now told him she was intrigued and fully focused.

Satisfied with her reaction, Shen Zeming went on, “Am I imagining things, or are you the kind of woman who prefers water with just a hint of fruit—like lemon or lime? Something crisp and hydrating."