The movements were incredibly smooth; barely any wine spilled from the bowl in Ji Nanjue's hand.
The two pressed tightly together. Ji Nanjue's breath was fragrant; as she exhaled, its sweetness mixed with the subtle perfume from her body, lingering at Su Bei's nose.
"What do you want to do?"
Ji Nanjue's poised demeanor started to falter. Although her purpose was exactly this, she didn't want to lose the upper hand, as if she had come looking for him only because she couldn't hold back any longer.
"Fuck, of course," Su Bei said quite naturally.
The words almost made Ji Nanjue spit out the wine in her mouth. A blush rose on her cheeks as she looked Su Bei up and down.
"Can you even handle it?"
Su Bei feigned indignation, a look of 'I'm more than capable' on his face, and reached out to undo Ji Nanjue's belt, simultaneously lifting the hem of her silk dress.
"You... you're too vulgar."
