It was dark, so that meant it was time to drink, right?
Fu Qian moved so naturally, and with such infectious enthusiasm.
In that moment, it wasn't just Lisha whose gaze was drawn over. Everyone in the room was looking at him, including Liu Shuang, who was sitting in the farthest corner.
With the red still not quite wiped clean from his face, he had the air of someone laughing as he drank blood aged in a cellar.
"...Does it taste all right?"
Only after Fu Qian swallowed his second mouthful did Professor Lisha come back to her senses and find the words to ask how it tasted.
"Not bad. Thank you for the hospitality."
Fu Qian was simply calling it as he saw it. He didn't give the wine a bad review just because of Lisha's earlier behavior.
"Mm... I thought you weren't going to let him drink."
Faced with such a firm principle, Professor Lisha seemed at a loss for what to say. After a moment's hesitation, she turned to Wen Li.
It was easy enough to understand her confusion. Wen Li had just snatched the wine away, but now she was letting him snatch it back and drink. The contrast was too stark.
Though that explanation sounded a little odd...
"Because it's dark."
Wen Li remained fairly calm. She casually straightened her clothes to keep them from getting splashed with wine, then gave her reason in an even voice.
The funny thing was, that really did seem to be her original line.
Lisha was struck speechless again, and this time she had nothing to say at all.
Anyone could tell that wasn't the real reason. But a moment's thought made it clear that when the cup had been snatched away, Wen Li had been the first to