There was still some unfinished red wine in the apartment left by Aunt Wan.
Xu Jiayan brought the heated food to the table, then took out two wine glasses and poured a glass for each of them. Handing her one, he said, "You are only allowed one glass."
"Okay!" Jiang Yuan licked her lips and took a small sip from the glass.
The taste was soft and smooth, with a fruity fragrance, undoubtedly a bottle of grape wine air-freighted from a French winery, much tastier than the cocktails she had at the club before.
Without realizing it, Jiang Yuan finished the entire glass.
Xu Jiayan knew this girl had low alcohol tolerance, but he hadn't expected it to be this low. Her cheeks started turning pinkish after just one glass of red wine.
He wondered where she got the courage to go to bars and clubs.
"Have some soup!" Xu Jiayan served a small bowl of hot soup and placed it in front of her.
