Men are superior to women: the heartthrob in Yunqi

Two miles away from the Iron Flower Platform, Shen Chutang took Mu Yao on a black-sailed boat.

Mu Yao saw that the boat looked familiar and asked in surprise, "Is this the black-sailed boat we took last time?"

Shen Chutang was calm and said with a smile, "Yes, this place has the best view, so we moored one here. Please take a seat, Miss Mu."

It was then that Mu Yao discovered that a table had been placed next to the two of them, with a pot of wine warming on it. Taking a deep sniff, she seemed to be able to smell a faint aroma of fermented rice wine.

The silver plate was hanging high, and the iron flowers were like dreams, like fire and clouds. For a moment, the fire lit up the sky, and broken gold rained down.

Mu Yao looked at the beautiful scenery in front of her, and all the sorrow in her heart seemed to freeze in an instant. She felt relieved for a moment, and couldn't help but recite a poem she had heard before: "Fire trees and silver flowers are sleepless, and the sky is full of molten iron decorated with colorful smoke. Life is like forging iron flowers, and in a moment it is cold and warm between life and death."

"What a good poem! Miss Mu is not only extremely beautiful, but also extremely talented, which impresses me." Shen Chutang stared at the beautiful figure beside him and said seriously.

Mu Yao turned around and saw that he had taken off his golden mask, revealing a handsome face that was more beautiful than a banished immortal. She felt dazed for a moment, as if everything was becoming less real.

"There's no one around here, so you might as well take off your veil so you can see more clearly," Shen Chutang suggested.

Mu Yao thought it made sense and there was indeed no need to continue wearing it, so she happily took it off.

The cool breeze blew on her face, and the air suddenly became extremely fresh. She took two deep breaths and found that the smell of fermented rice in the pot was stronger.

Shen Chutang poured her a glass and said with a smile: "This wine is called Hongsu, and it is brewed with the best October-grown rice. Try it."

Mu Yao was slightly surprised when she heard this. She took the cup and took a sip. It was sweet and mellow, with a clear and subtle fragrance. There was a little bit of wine in the cup, which was crystal clear under the moonlight, as if there were stars hidden in it, blinking at her.

She liked the taste very much and couldn't help but take a few more sips. Before she knew it, the glass was empty.

Shen Chutang raised the corners of his lips, his eyebrows and eyes were a little softer, and he said, "I wonder which one will win Miss Mu's heart more, compared to plum blossom wine?"

Plum blossom wine?

Mu Yao asked suspiciously, "How did Master Shen know that I drank plum wine today?"

Shen Chutang stared at her beautiful eyes without blinking, and said in a natural tone: "When I hold the beauty in my arms, there is a faint fragrance of plum blossoms that permeates my nose, which is hard to ignore. I wonder what kind of wine Miss Mu prefers?"

There was a deep meaning in the words. Mu Yao was afraid that she might misunderstand him, so she didn't dare to answer easily. She slightly adjusted her sitting posture and stared at the empty cup in deep thought.

Shen Chutang was not in a hurry and waited patiently for her answer.

The only sound I could hear was the sound of fireworks coming from afar.

The timing of fate is very important. For Shen Chutang, Mu Yao felt that he was like this cup of glutinous rice wine, the more you taste it, the mellower it becomes. His every smile, every move can invisibly affect her, making her want to get closer.

Suddenly, her heartbeat began to quicken and her body gradually became lighter. The effect of alcohol began to take effect and the hidden emotions in her heart could no longer be hidden, revealing a little flame.

She answered with the courage of the wine: "I prefer the red wine brewed by Master Shen."

The sound was as soft as a mosquito's hum, but it was clearly transmitted to Shen Chutang's ears.

This answer seemed to be met with even longer silence.

Mu Yao looked at Shen Chutang in confusion and found that he was staring at the fireworks in the distance.

After a while, he poured her another cup of hot wine, stared at her with burning eyes and asked again: "Even if you know nothing about me, are you still willing to drink this cup of red wine?"

Mu Yao was startled, and her pupils dilated instantly. The smile on the face of the man in front of her was gone, and the look he gave her was a solemn expression she had never seen before.

The expression of words no longer holds any deep meaning, but is instead an obvious statement.

She clenched the cup tightly, suppressed the shock in her heart, and slowly looked at Shen Chutang with a broken and sad look, and said in a trembling voice: "What should I do? I seem to have offended some powerful people. I'm afraid I can't drink this cup of red wine."

Thinking of Han Qi's warning and Wei Wushang's toughness, Mu Yao seemed to become timid all of a sudden. Shen Chutang's life trajectory should not be changed because of her.

A hearty and thorough laughter rose in the night. Shen Chutang seemed to realize something. He stretched out his hand through the void and pulled her into his arms. He held her cheeks with both hands, pressed their heads together tightly, and said very seriously: "I said, as long as you don't want to leave, no one can take you away from me. You just need to make sure whether you are willing to drink this glass of red wine?"

There was almost no gap between the four cherry-pink petals, and their eyes were filled with each other's figures. Mu Yao's grip on his shoulders was gradually tightening, and the look in her eyes became unusually serious. She was now very sure of her feelings for him, and solemnly nodded.

Mu Yao's affirmation made Shen Chutang's eyes become infinitely tender. His thumb gently stroked her face, sliding along the corner of her lips to her jaw, back and forth. Finally, he raised a calm and powerful voice and said firmly: "I, Shen Chutang, have never been a casual person. I take your words seriously and I will never let you down in this life. I am willing to protect you with my life and stay by your side for the rest of your life."

He pressed his hand against her delicate pink breasts, his strength gentle and firm, every stroke seemed to be a declaration of his oath.

The strong aroma of wine and the unique tea fragrance on her body tightly wrapped around Mu Yao's nose, and the aroma in her mouth overlapped and gradually spread. Mu Yao's breathing gradually became heavy, but she still responded to him firmly.

His lover's initiative made Shen Chutang increase his strength. Unconsciously, his right hand had reached for her waist, but at the moment of pulling it open, he stopped all movements with his extraordinary self-control.

The look he gave Mu Yao was filled with lust, but he tried his best to suppress the rising heat and gently wiped away the lipstick that had spread from the corners of her lips.

Under the moonlight, his beloved was so beautiful that she was enchanting. Shen Chutang's eyes swept over her face inch by inch, and his mind recalled the scene of their first meeting, as well as the words he had said inadvertently: We are in the same boat, fortunately we met, and we will travel the world together if we are destined to.