Compared to Sheng Qianchi's cold seriousness and emotions that were tense and powerfully restrained, Chi Ye remained in his laid-back posture, "Nothing much, just Hehuan Wine. It's originally meant to set the mood for men and women before love-making, but you've had over a dozen glasses, the effect is equivalent to..."
"Haha," he shrugged casually, smiling, "You'll soon experience the feeling of being consumed by fire."
The anger in Sheng Qianchi's eyes grew rapidly at an observable speed, like a sudden windstorm, and he immediately threw the wine glass at Chi Ye.
Chi Ye just dodged with a slight movement, remaining coolly elegant and careless, "You said you'd never let any woman become your weakness. No woman in this world would make you fall for her; once there is, you'd decisively destroy her, so..."
