Over there, Su Shimao was completely unaware that his intentions had been seen through, still obediently kneeling beside Li Yanhao, pretending to be earnest.
This time, Li Yanhao lost again in the finger-guessing game, slapping his thigh in frustration and saying, "Simpleton, oh simpleton, how did you win again? Hey, I drink, I drink, don't I get to drink?"
Li Yanhao said this and went to grab the wine jug to pour himself a drink.
But when he reached out, he didn't grab the wine jug; instead, he caught a hand. Looking down, he saw it was the hand of the man kneeling beside him!
Su Shimao's hand happened to be on the wine jug, and as Li Yanhao grabbed it, he inadvertently held Su Shimao's hand as well.
"Huh?" Li Yanhao stared at the hand on the wine jug, blinking. He was a bit tipsy and his mind foggy, wondering: Huh, how did a hand suddenly appear on the wine jug? Could it be some kind of spirit?
Li Yanhao hiccupped, leaned close to the wine jug, carefully examined the extra hand, pinching it a few times. He thought: This spirit's hand really looks like a human hand... But what exactly has become a spirit? Could it be the wine jug itself growing a hand to pour wine for people?
Li Yanhao's head was dizzy, and he kept staring at the hand, pinching and playing with it.
This completely thrilled Su Shimao who was beside him!
Seeing Li Yanhao holding his hand without letting go, and deliberately leaning closer, looking and touching his hand, Su Shimao thought to himself: Great, the Young Master really is a "cut sleeve". I've successfully caught the Young Master's attention!
"Young Master, let this humble servant pour you some wine," Su Shimao said, trying to sound calm, though his voice trembled slightly.
Hearing the voice, Li Yanhao blinked and looked up along the hand, seeing that it was connected to a wrist, then an arm, then a shoulder... Leaning unsteadily forward, he saw Su Shimao's pale, powdered face and was startled.
Li Yanhao shook his head hard, realizing the hand wasn't a spirit on the wine jug but a person's hand, feeling disappointed, and then let go of Su Shimao's hand.
Su Shimao was overjoyed and knelt beside Li Yanhao, pouring him wine.
Li Yanhao, drunk, didn't realize that the man kneeling beside him was Su Shimao, always thinking he was just a servant assigned to pour wine.
Su Shimao stared at the wine cup, his heart pounding wildly: Would the Young Master drink the wine I poured? If he didn't, it meant he looked down on me; if he did, did that mean he had feelings for me?
Su Shimao stared intently at the wine cup, silently praying: Please, he must drink it!
Sure enough, Li Yanhao held the wine cup, brought it to his lips, and drank it all in one go.
Su Shimao was overjoyed, his happiness spilling out from the corners of his eyes and brows: The Young Master really does have feelings for me, this trip was not in vain!
Nearby, Xiao Yun stared at Su Shimao with a strange expression, thinking: It's just pouring wine, why is he so happy? Could this guy be a masochist?
Su Shimao noticed Xiao Yun staring at him, boldly looked up to meet his gaze, eyes full of provocation: Simpleton, huh? You think you're something just because you hooked up with the Young Master? Just wait, I'll soon make the Young Master notice me and kick you, this rough brute with nothing but strength, out!
Su Shimao's gaze was so strange that Xiao Yun shivered, thinking: What's with that look? Could he have glaucoma or some illness? Oh dear, why is his face so pale? Did he eat something bad?