Poppy watched Jun Wu Xie's actions carefully, an ominous feeling slowly creeping into his heart. He had wanted to say something but a frosty glance from Jun Wu Xie immediately made him clamp his mouth shut. He could do nothing but stare silently as Jun Wu Xie carried the urn of wine to walk over to the bed, and reached a hand out to drag Little Lotus, who was hiding too ashamed to see anyone, out from under the blanket.
"Boo hoo….." Little Lotus' face had turned red from crying, almost turning into a wilted flower.
"Mistress….. Boo….. Hoo... Everything….. had been….. fully exposed... Woo….." Little Lotus wanted to continue to lament on his pitiful plant life but in the end, Jun Wu Xie raised his chin and lifted the urn of wine up.
The wild fragrance of the cool clear wine was poured continuously down Little Lotus' throat. His short stubby arms flailed wildly and his already reddened face from crying took on a brighter flush under the influence of alcohol!
