The noonday sun baked the earth, and the cicadas shrieked their lungs out. Even the breeze was hot, forcing even the most heat-resistant men to go shirtless.
Xu Changqing glanced enviously at the men, young and old, seated around the table. Seeing the table laden with dishes, and how they could sip their wine without fear of sweating, she couldn't help but wish she'd been born a boy.
Shen Weimin saw her turn her head toward him again, her eyes flitting between his bare torso and the small wine cup in front of him. He stifled a laugh as he picked it up to pass it to her.
'Don't mess around. It's not like I want your wine.' Xu Changqing discreetly tapped his instep with her left foot. At the same time, she picked up the half-full bowl of soup in front of her and lowered her head to drink.
Meanwhile, Shen Weimin very naturally brought the small cup to his lips and took a careful sip. He nodded slowly and said, "He is indeed seventy-three."
