C23 Don't Worship Me so Much

This prodigal son actually had so much wine!

she thought as she searched the shelves. Although he didn't know the exact price of the wine, he could guess that these prices were not cheap judging from the years and the names.

He carefully selected a bottle, opened the cap, and poured a little into the wine cup before passing it to him.

He shook his glass towards the lamp, observed the speed and shape of the wine as it flowed down the wall, smelled it again, and then took a sip.

"61-year-old Collio Orientali Delta Friuli, from Italy, white wine!" He quickly gave his answer.

As he spoke, she rushed to the bottle and showed it to him, word for word.

"Don't worship me so much. Do you think I'm as ignorant as you? "Pretending to understand despite not knowing anything is a disgrace!" he said deliberately.

"I'm disgraced, but I have a problem. Once I've done something disgraceful, my hand will be weak, and if I'm not careful —" She glanced at him, which meant she was obviously going to throw the bottle on the floor.

"Put it back, put it back, I'm not playing with you anymore!" He was afraid she would actually throw the bottle away, so he said quickly, and she just smiled and put the bottle back where she had left it.

"This is ChateauLatour, 86, and it was a good year for harvesting, and the quality of the grapes was the best in those years. However, the quality of the grapes declined in the following years, so the quality of the wine was not as good as it was in the previous year, up to 90 years. " He offered her a glass and said as he drank.

"French?" she asked.

He nodded. "Bordeaux. It's the largest AOC wine production area in France. AOC is the highest level of French wine abbreviation, meaning 'origin control name'. This wine could only be made from grapes of origin, and could never be blended with grape juice. Bordeaux had many wineries, but different wineries had different levels, so the wine they brewed would have different flavors. In order to brew good wine, not only must one produce good grapes, one must also be an outstanding wine brewer. "

She nodded as she drank. Seeing this, he asked, "Are you listening to me talk about these boring things?"

"No!" She shook her head, "Looking at how much you've collected, you must know how to drink! However, it's still a little unexpected! "

He laughed silently, took out another bottle and poured her another, continuing the conversation.

"I don't want to drink anymore. If you want to drink anymore, then drink by yourself!" She placed the wine cup on the shelf. It was already swaying so much that she couldn't stand properly.

He supported her, smiling as he asked, "Didn't you boast about how good your alcohol tolerance was?"

She rested her head on his shoulder and said, "I can't drink any better than you can. I haven't had much to drink in my life. "If it wasn't for your good wine, I would have already been drunk!"

The person in his bosom, at this moment, had a faint blush on her cheeks. Her smile, however, was so charming and moving.

He looked at her, put down his glass, and carried her out.

"Do you like holding people? "I'm really not tired of it!" She put her arm around his neck and smiled.

"If you could walk by yourself, I wouldn't bother! Do you think you're light? " he replied.

"Whatever, I don't want to argue with you about this!" She obediently leaned into his arms and closed her eyes.

How she had lain on the bed and how she had shed her clothes, she did not know. She slept in his bed all night.

The light from the bedside lamp softly illuminated her sleeping form. He stood by the bed and watched her smile in her dreams, sighing helplessly. And her first night had unexpectedly popped into his mind at this very moment.

"Xu Shiyuan —" He gently kissed her face as he softly called out.

"What for?" She also heard his voice. Although her eyelids were too heavy to lift, her ears and mouth could still be used.

"Do you hate me?" he asked, kissing her.

"Why should I hate you?" she asked with a smile.

"Do you love me?" he asked again.

"I don't love anyone!" Her answer was so positive, but her manner made it hard for him to believe her answer.

"Will you marry me?" he asked.

The sudden pain made her mind clear. However, she was quickly paralyzed by alcohol and the thirst that came from the depths of her body.

"I don't want to!" There didn't seem to be any hesitation in her answer.

Was he disappointed with this answer? Satisfied? At this moment, Wang Zixuan couldn't tell what it was.

Maybe she was drunk, too. Was she drunk, or was it her? He didn't know.

Many times, such simple and direct communication between a man and a woman had nothing to do with love!

That was because, in addition to having feelings, humans also had the instincts of animals! People tend to sway between these two things, and most of the two are almost at the same time occupied by the human soul, dominated by man's thoughts and actions. However, at different times, the proportions of the two were different.

The morning sun shone through the white curtains. She closed her eyes and stretched her limbs, feeling a little sore. Suddenly, fragments from last night flashed into her brain.

— I drank with him last night, and I seem to have drunk too much, and after that, how come I don't remember anything?

She suddenly opened her eyes and pulled back her gaze. Unexpectedly, she was lying on the bed, unclothed.

Whose room is this? Could it be him?

Although she couldn't remember what happened last night, she could roughly guess what happened.

This dead Wang Zixuan! This freak!

Cursing him in her heart, she wrapped the sheet around her naked body and began to search the room.

Where did that dead man go?

She pushed open the bedroom door. She thought she heard someone talking in the house across the way, and when she opened it a crack, she walked barefoot across the carpet to the door. It was him! From the looks of it, he seemed to be talking to someone on the phone!

Suppressing her anger, she gently pushed open the door. So this was his study!

He was so focused on the phone and typing into the computer that he didn't notice her coming in.

The two walls were filled with bookshelves. Other than the numerous books, there were also more.

She silently walked towards the bookshelves. These models of various shapes and sizes had attracted all her attention, causing her to temporarily forget her earlier anger.

Suddenly, he turned his head and saw her standing in front of the bookshelf with the model in her hand. He quickly said a few words into the phone before hanging up.

"You, what are you doing?" he asked her.

She was shocked by his reaction and then remembered what she was doing. She said angrily, "Why are you doing this? To take advantage of a person's predicament is my action! "

He took the model from her hand and put it on the shelf, then said with a smile, "How am I taking advantage of others? Didn't someone enjoy it a lot? What, did you forget? "

Her face turned red, and she angrily replied: "Wang Zixuan, you're shameless! "How dare you … dare you …" She couldn't say those words, but tears began streaming down her face.

This time, it was him who was frightened. He hurriedly wiped away her tears.

"You planned this a long time ago, didn't you? You've been thinking about that ever since you said you were going to take me home last night, haven't you? " She did not seem to be crying, but interrogating.

"Yes sir!" He did not deny it at all, but said it boldly and confidently.