So, Shen Yufeng gracefully opened the red wine and poured a glass for An Xiaoyu.
The rich and aromatic scent of the red wine instantly enveloped the senses. Xiaoyu lifted her glass and took a delicate sip. The coolness, blended with a velvety sensation, moistened her throat and then turned into a warm flow that seeped into her stomach.
Shen Yufeng also poured himself a glass and, leaning against the piano, clinked glasses with Xiaoyu.
"Shen Yufeng, why... are you so nice to me?"
By the end of the drink, Xiaoyu seemed a bit intoxicated. Her face was flushed, and she smiled foolishly at Shen Yufeng.
Shen Yufeng gazed into her eyes and said:
"No reason. It's just that suddenly there is this person in your life who tug at your heart. When you see her smile, you can't help but smile happily too; when you see her cry, you feel the sorrow as well. So, you want to be nicer to her, even nicer!"
