Guan Zhongyuan felt quite pleased with himself. He couldn't help it; being too handsome always attracted attention. But wait... this isn't right...
The next second.
Crack~
Bam~
Ah~
A series of noises rang out as Guan Zhongyuan clutched his head and screamed, finding himself smashed to the ground by Ye Qingcheng, completely dazed.
Weren't we supposed to play the bottle whistle game?
Weren't we supposed to get me drunk for a romantic and blissful night?
Why... why is this scene so different from what I imagined? And the difference is huge, Guan Zhongyuan thought, touching the blood all over his head. This was nothing like he expected.
A bottle of Lafite in Ye Qingcheng's hand shattered, spilling red wine everywhere. But Ye Qingcheng showed no expression of pity. To her, this was mild; not killing Guan Zhongyuan outright was already merciful.
Ye Qingcheng then glared at Guan Zhongyuan and said coldly, "Get out!"
