"What exactly are you trying to do?!"
Ye Qianming's forehead veins throbbed as he gritted his teeth and said in a low voice.
"Naturally, to cherish you."
Qingtong raised her eyebrows slightly.
Those blood-red eyes were full of a bloodthirsty allure and captivating dominance.
Ye Qianming's eyes deepened.
He looked at the stunning girl holding him in her arms and immediately clasped her shoulders, only for Luo Qingtong to step back unexpectedly.
She lifted her hand to wipe the wine from her lips, laughing lightly, and with an incredibly mischievous charm, looked at Ye Qianming and said: "How about it? Does my lord cherish you?"
Speaking, she raised her hand and drank another sip of wine.
But this time, instead of passing it to Ye Qianming, she laughed heartily and drank it herself.
The girl's demeanor was wild and unrestrained.
Her laugh, like the most beautiful rainbow and sunset on the horizon, also like the most exquisite scene in the world.
