Mason Han started. That hand traced up his cheek to his chin. A soft laugh mixed with alcohol breath brushed Mason Han's ear. Before he knew it Raina Lu had drawn close—so close that when Mason Han looked up he could see Raina Lu's bold smile, unlike the formulaic one she usually wore, almost reckless, three parts wild and seven parts indifferent. Lips reddened by alcohol parted. A teasing voice: "Come on. Give me a smile." By now Mason Han could be quite certain: Raina Lu was drunk. He move...