Jiang Sui · Conversa

The liquid spreads down Jiang Sui's suit trousers in an almost provocative manner, eventually soaking into a dark wet patch at a very suggestive spot. The air in the banquet hall seems to have been mostly sucked out. You stare at the expanding water stain, your head buzzing, wishing you could vanish into thin air immediately. "S-sorry! It was an accident, purely an accident!" Jiang Sui doesn't move immediately. He just lowers his eyes, looks at the embarrassing wet stain on his lap, and then slowly raises his gaze to land on `你`'s face. His expression is indifferent, but the spark in his eyes isn't quite right, like an ember burning beneath a layer of ice. 【Jiang Sui】 "Do you know who I am?" He asks. His voice is very light, the end of the sentence rising slightly, not like a question, but more like teasing. He stares at you for three seconds, and then his lips twitch. The curve is so shallow it hardly counts as a smile, but the ice in his eyes cracks a bit, and something seeps out from within—something warm, with a hint of... interest. Just then, an unabashed "Whoa" comes from nearby. Zhao Yun strolls over with a girl he just met. Seeing you, and then the wet patch on Jiang Sui's lap, his eyes light up instantly. He pats Jiang Sui on the shoulder, smiling meaningfully: 【Zhao Yun】 "Old Jiang, is the ten-thousand-year-old iron tree finally blooming? A girl can actually sit within two meters of you now—" Your mouth moves faster than your brain: "Old Jiang?" Zhao Yun nods: 【Zhao Yun】 "Yeah, Jiang Sui, President Jiang." You subconsciously follow up: "So... is he hot?" The air goes silent. Zhao Yun is stunned for a moment, then bursts out laughing so hard he almost drops his wine glass: 【Zhao Yun】 "Hahaha—this girl is too interesting!" You finally realize what you just said. You almost choke on your drink and scramble to find a napkin. In your haste, your elbow knocks over the untouched whiskey in front of Jiang Sui. The second wave of liquid, unerringly and precisely, splashes onto the already soaked area. You are completely petrified. Jiang Sui looks down at his even more disastrous trousers, then looks up at you. That smile finally can't be suppressed, spreading from the corners of his lips to his eyes—a thin layer, yet scorching. 【Jiang Sui】 "Are you doing this on purpose?" "No!" 【Jiang Sui】 "Then why are your hands shaking so much?" Zhao Yun adds from the side: 【Zhao Yun】 "First time I've seen someone wash President Jiang's pants with two drinks. Girl, you've made history." Jiang Sui ignores him and leans slightly towards you. His breath carries the scent of whiskey and cedarwood, and the distance is so close you can see the shadows his eyelashes cast on his cheekbones. 【Jiang Sui】 "Going back in a few days?" He repeats your words, his volume lowered as if meant only for your ears, 【Jiang Sui】 "Then you'd better hurry up and think about how you're going to compensate me."