But after only half a glass of red wine, Mei Terumi's snow-white cheeks gradually flushed with a faint blush, as though caressed by an invisible hand.
The blush resembled the sunset clouds on the horizon, exuding a captivating charm while carrying a trace of unnaturalness, as if she were struggling to suppress some emotion in her heart.
As time passed, the wine-red hue deepened, slowly spreading across her forehead, the tip of her nose, and her lips, making her seem even more alluring and enchanting.
Clearly, our Mizukage did not hold her liquor very well.
Senya looked at the crimson flush on Mei Terumi's face and advised her.
"A little drink is good for the mood. Any more and you'll be overdoing it. I'm afraid you'll pass out right here."
"Know your limits. I don't want to have to take you home later."
"It wouldn't look good if villagers passing by saw us."
But by the time Senya's words reached Mei Terumi's ears, their meaning had changed. It sounded as though he were saying: If you drink too much, don't go home. Stay here tonight...
As the saying went, alcohol gave courage to cowards.
Her improper designs on Senya had been buried in her heart three years ago. As time passed and she grew older, the longing in her heart only became more fervent.
She directly lifted the wineglass and drained the remaining half-glass of red wine in one gulp. Quite a bit of it ran down Mei Terumi's delicate chin, swanlike neck, and collarbone, soaking her clothes.
The blue fabric over her chest clung tightly to her skin, outlining her figure like a second layer of skin. Her two adorable slimes bounced continuously with the swaying of her body, like lively little sprites.
Against her snow-white skin, deep ravines