The fingers gently pinched the wine glass, looking at Jiang Mei, who swallowed a mouthful of saliva, suppressed the fear in her heart, and sat down.
Nan Sichen handed her the wine glass, "Drink it."
Jiang Mei took the glass with trembling fingers and sipped a bit of wine, but Nan Sichen suddenly grabbed the glass again, pressing it to her lips, forcing her to drink the entire glass. Jiang Mei choked and coughed incessantly, her eyes filled with tears, and some wine trickled down her neck, slipping into the faintly visible depths.
At that moment, Jiang Mei's posture was tantalizing and alluring, with rosy lips and large eyes that brimmed with tears. The thin fabric on her chest became even more revealing when soaked with wine.
However, Nan Sichen's gaze was icy, merely sweeping over her briefly, causing Jiang Mei to shiver suddenly, like the coldest gust of wind blowing at the peak of Snow Mountain.
His voice was deep and clear, each word and tone filled with chilling solemnity.
