The woman stared straight at him, her gaze resembling that of an infatuated fan admiring her idol, causing Mo Qian's refined brows to arch slightly.
In the blink of an eye, Ji Wei had somehow downed this much alcohol.
Mo Qian took a seat next to her.
Ji Wei's gaze followed his every move, unable to look away for even a second.
Mo Qian's long, fair fingers gently lifted the woman's elegantly curved chin, locking his eyes onto her dreamy ones. His voice, low and magnetic, resonated: "Do you know what you're implying by looking at me like that?"
Ji Wei froze, her hand propping her chin slipping away as she blankly asked, "What?"
"Makes me want to devour you."
Mo Qian leaned close to her ear, his tone seductive.
Even in her drunken state, Ji Wei's cheeks instantly flushed. She stared at the excessively alluring man with a faint smirk on his lips, dazed for a few seconds before hastily averting her gaze.
