***
Savoring the drink as it slowly slid down her throat...
She felt even more comfortable...
"Now I finally know what 'nectar and ambrosia' truly means,"
Mai Xiaomai exclaimed in praise.
Qiao Chutian's family had a collection of fine wines from all over the world, and she'd sampled many expensive liquors with him, but compared to this drink, they all seemed insignificant...
The more she drank, the stronger the aroma became, exciting her entire body...
Abis also drank at an unhurried pace.
His way of drinking was as elegant as Qiao Chutian's tea brewing technique.
He was nothing like a native resident—rather, he had the air of a fallen noble.
After a few sips, Mai Xiaomai's eyes began to mist over with a faint drunkenness.
Most people's eyes become cloudier the drunker they get.
But she was different; the deeper the intoxication, the brighter and more dewy her eyes became...
