Qiao Mo only felt a soft touch on her lips as his lips entwined with hers.
The spicy liquid had yet to be swallowed, easily being passed into his mouth.
Qiao Mo's cheeks burned warmer, she could clearly feel the liquid in her mouth being madly drawn away by him, like a beast fighting for food. The spicy wine passed over their lips, and most of the liquor in her mouth was taken by him.
He slightly released her, his thin lips almost pressed against hers, leaving only a faint sliver of space.
As the spicy wine passed through her lips and teeth, it all turned gentle, carrying a different kind of fragrance.
Qiao Mo stared at him in a daze; his deep eyes looked straight at her, his Adam's apple moving slightly, swallowing all the liquid he had seized.
Qiao Mo's small face became even more flushed, burning red, not daring to meet his gaze.
She never expected... he would just swallow the wine from her mouth.
How could someone like him possibly...
