Jiang Yue only did not know that Shen was looking at him and fixed his eyes on the fire in front of him. He pretended not to care and drank a mouthful of wine. The wine flowed down the corners of his mouth and flowed into the white collar from the curve of his neck. Shen stretched out his hand and touched Jiang Yue's collar directly, as if he wanted to wipe off the flowing wine for Jiang Yue....