The woman playing the zither found herself surrounded, knowing it was difficult to escape, she bowed slightly and respectfully said, "Yes, I thank the gentlemen for giving face to a humble woman."
After speaking, she extended her delicate jade hand, took the wine cup from the hand of the greasy-haired young master, turned around, and gently lifted her veil, just about to drink the wine. But the young master who gave her the wine suddenly jerked her arm, turning her back around.
The woman did not expect the greasy-haired man to suddenly make a move on her, and before she knew it, she collided with the young master's body, the wine in her hand was not wasted, all of it spilled onto the young master's brocade robe.
"Bold! Insolent!"
The young master feigned anger and said, "I kindly offered you a drink, and you damn well turned around to drink, obviously not giving me face, and damn it, spilled the wine all over me, what do you say to that?"
