Lixiang had drunk too much, and so had Zhang Hanliu.
Lixiang, however, remained perfectly rational and composed. He was at a loss for words as he watched Zhang Hanliu, glass in hand, leaning halfway against him and insisting on more to drink.
Her neck, smooth as white swan down, swayed constantly before his eyes, and the unique, delicate fragrance of a young girl continuously teased his senses.
Chapter 117