"I didn't put anything inside, dear. Or do you want me to feed you?" Luca said with a seducing manner.
Ayana was confused at what the man said, "Feed me? I still have both of my hands. You don't need to do that. No, thanks."
"I see. I think women would like it when a man does that," Luca murmured.
Ayana frowned at the direction of their conversation.
"You know, a woman usually likes it when men feed them alcohol with a kiss," Luca said casually, but his eyes were glued to her face.
Ayana felt her cheeks getting heated from embarrassment when she remembered that Luca kissed her in the car.
Ayana sighed before hurriedly took the glass from Luca's hand.
She did not drink it. She would hold it and if Luca started to do something stupid, she would smash the glass on the man's head.
Luca chuckled when he felt the anger radiating from Ayana's body.
