"..." Shang Haohao nervously clenched her small hand tightly, hesitated for a moment, and reached out her small hand.
The small hand was trembling uncontrollably, slowly approaching the wine glass, fingertip touching the cold wine glass...
Before Shang Haohao could grasp the wine glass, it was suddenly snatched away and fell into Yue Feng's hand.
Elegantly tipping back, he drank the wine in one gulp.
"..." Shang Haohao looked at Yue Feng in confusion.
He seemed a bit unusual today?
Yue Feng put down the empty wine glass in his hand, lightly sanded the edge of the glass with his fingertip.
There was still a faint lipstick mark there, where Shang Haohao had drunk earlier.
Did Yue Feng deliberately drink from the edge of the glass where she sipped, or was it unintentional?
Thinking about it, Shang Haohao's face flushed bright red, her heart thumping wildly like a little deer.
