Until his eyes fell on Yan Xi's face, their eyes were facing each other, and their eyes were equally burning. He understood Yan Xi's expression, squinted his eyes slightly, and signaled her to drink less, and at the same time restrained the urge to get close to her.

Yan Xi slightly raised the champagne glass and nodded.

"Yan Xi, come..." Seeing that Yan Xi had been standing not far or near without moving, Rick called out to her.