An assortment of wine bottles littered the floor. Yanzhu sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, cradling a bottle of '82 red wine, while Sheng Xiuhan sat on the floor with one leg bent, leaning against the sofa. Yaojiu lay sprawled on the ground, letting out an occasional contented whine.
Sheng Xiuhan swirled his goblet, watching the crimson liquid slosh against the glass. Staring at this intoxicating, soothing elixir, he smiled faintly.
He had drunk many times in his life, but tonight was by far the most peaceful and satisfying.
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