Her eyes were clearly defined in black and white, and aside from a thin layer of crimson on her face, there was no other oddity.
Mo Shiqian lowered his eyes to look at her face, took the glass with his hand, slightly tilted his head back, and drank it down in one gulp.
Chi Huan was sitting in his arms, watching the man's sexy Adam's apple move as he swallowed.
The glass was empty, placed back on the table by slender fingers.
The man's dark, deep eyes held a faint smile as he stared at her unabated.
She laughed and said, "Look at you, such a big man and still get milk on your lips like a little child."
With that, she leaned in voluntarily and took his thin lips into her mouth.
Her tongue flicked over his lips, as if to lick away the milk residue—
He stayed still, letting her "create mischief."
Finally, when she pulled away from his lips, he then stretched out his tongue to lick the spot she had just kissed.
