"Why are you looking at me like that?" Phoebe drank another glass of crystal-clear red wine, her bright eyes gleaming with a curious light. She glanced at Han Shuo and spoke softly.
"N-no reason." Flustered, Han Shuo stammered a little.
"Then why are you drooling?" Phoebe pointed at the corner of his mouth with a playful chuckle.
Han Shuo touched his chin and, for some reason, really did find moisture there. Deeply embarrassed, he said awkwardly, "Uh, that isn't drool. It's wine. It really is!"
"Oh," Phoebe said, amused. "So it's wine. You're a grown man, yet you still spill wine when you drink? How interesting!"
Han Shuo kept feeling that something was off about the atmosphere. Listening to Phoebe's soft voice felt very pleasant, though, and his imagination ran wild. His eyes involuntarily drifted toward the gap in the rockery again.
"Since we started eating, you've looked at that crack in the rockery on the left nine times already. What exactly is over there that deserves so much attention?" Phoebe's beautiful eyes shifted to settle on Han Shuo as she asked softly.
Panicking, Han Shuo blurted out, "How did you know I kept looking over there? You even knew I looked nine times?"
At that question, Phoebe's cheeks reddened further. She gave a little "Pah!" and said quietly, "You were looking around so furtively, and I'm sitting right across from you. Of course I saw everything. I know what wicked thoughts you were having when you looked over there."
"Then tell me, what wicked thoughts was I having?" After what had just happened, Han Shuo suddenly felt he had been put on the defensive. Demonic cultivators had never feared worldly conventions. Nothing was more satisfying than achieving what they desired, regardless of what others thought or said. With this