An Xiaoning's cheeks were flushed red in an attractive manner. She was too tired, even her legs were weak.
He got up and poured more wine into the empty wine glass.
With one hand, he pressed down on her lower jaw.
An Xiaoning had yet to recover herself and was already being forced down with wine by him.
Her throat was choked by a hot, stinging sensation.
After the wine went down her throat, she started coughing non-stop.
The taste of wine was indeed what she loved most. One glass was not enough, so he passed her another glass.
Two glasses were still not enough, so he passed her yet another one.
After three glasses of Dreamy Yanghe, An Xiaoning was in a drunken stupor.
She did not know what she was doing at all.
Her deep eyes were full of eager expectation.
Jin Qingyan kissed her rosy lips and slowly moved to her neck, her white and flawless collarbone, then her plentiful chest.
