The Demon's face was expressionless. "Do I look that scary?"
Xiyan placed the soup on the dining table, patting her chest nervously. "Well, who told you to come back without saying a word? This is a perfectly normal reaction, okay?"
Due to an evening engagement, Ou Jue was dressed in a black suit.
The Italian-made suit was impeccably tailored, without a single crease.
It accentuated Ou Jue's tall, lean build, further heightening his innate aura of elegance.
Under the evening lights, his sharply chiseled features appeared even more profound, his facial contours strikingly refined.
He leaned casually against the side with his arms crossed, emanating a faint scent of alcohol. His dark eyes fixed on the bowl of soup on the table. "What's that?"
Xiyan cleared her throat lightly, a bit embarrassed as she pushed the bowl forward. "Soup for settling the stomach."
Drinking should be a part of socializing, shouldn't it?
Too much alcohol isn't good for the stomach…
