Sweet Time Only for You: The Entanglement between Mr. Lu and Miss Song-Chapter 390: Lu Jihan, I’ve Had Enough

Lu Jihan looked up at Uncle Rong and said, "Uncle Rong, pour him a little bit."

Song Yinyin was startled and stopped him: "Hey, are you joking? How old is Dabai, and you’re giving him alcohol?"

"Precisely because he’s curious, he should taste it. Once he knows what it tastes like, he’ll know whether to drink or not."

As he spoke, Lu Jihan confidently handed Song Dabai’s wine glass to Uncle Rong.

Uncle Rong nodded and poured a little red wine into Song Dabai’s small glass.

Song Dabai was very curious, yet a little afraid. He carefully picked up the glass and took a small sip.

With that sip, his little face scrunched up like an old man’s.

"Ugh—it’s so bad, why is it so sour? Daddy, Mommy, why do you drink such awful stuff?!"

Song Dabai quickly stuck out his little tongue in distaste and pushed the small glass away.

Only a child like Song Dabai would mistake red wine for a drink.

Seeing this, Lu Jihan smiled faintly and said to Song Yinyin, "See, once he’s tasted it, he won’t want to drink it again."

Song Yinyin breathed a sigh of relief and lowered her eyes to the red wine in her glass. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

This child couldn’t appreciate it because he didn’t recognize its value. She, however, could tell it was top-tier French dry red wine.

The color was rich, the body full, the flavor intense, and it had a sweet taste in the mouth, fragrant and mellow. Unlike ordinary red wines, it starts off slightly sour but leaves a faint sweetness that lingers in the mouth.

It was precisely this lingering sweetness that was so intoxicating.

While she was abroad, she not only learned to appreciate wine but also fell in love with it. Finding such a good wine, she naturally wanted to indulge in a few more glasses.

Watching her expression closely, Lu Jihan’s lips curled into a faint smile.

Seeing she enjoyed it, he snapped his fingers at Uncle Rong and gave a glance. Uncle Rong understood and refilled Song Yinyin’s glass.

Outside, the night was deep, and it happened to be a festive occasion. Song Yinyin’s tensed heart completely relaxed.

This relaxation led to her unknowingly drinking a few more glasses.

Gradually, her head started to feel a bit dizzy, her consciousness a bit foggy, and her cheeks flushed with the rosy hue of having drunk...

In her haze, it seemed like another glass of red wine appeared before her, and she instinctively sniffed it.

Hmm—

The aroma of the wine was truly delightful.

But her mind wasn’t completely muddled; she knew she was already a bit tipsy, and if she kept drinking, she might not be able to make it upstairs...

She shook her head and propped her forehead with one hand: "Lu Jihan, that’s enough for me, I can’t drink anymore."

"Given how much you like this wine and considering it’s our first Mid-Autumn Festival together, one more glass won’t hurt," the man’s deep, magnetic voice murmured by her ear, stirring her soul.

"But really, I can’t, if I drink more, I’m sure I’ll be drunk..."

She waved her hand, her vision already starting to blur.

Suddenly a warm, strong hand grasped hers, spreading warmth from his palm to her heart. She instinctively clasped his strong hand back.

This subtle gesture seemed like encouragement and consent, and that strong hand lengthened to intertwine tightly with her fingers.

"If you really don’t want to drink, then stop, I’ll help you upstairs to rest?" the man whispered, much like a softly sung melody, compellingly inviting.

"Mm." Song Yinyin instinctively responded softly, her mind actually blank.

Moments later, a pair of strong and powerful arms drew her whole body into an embrace and effortlessly lifted her up.