With a steady hand holding the wine mixing pot, Ji Dong's gaze was completely focused on Flame's charming face, not on the pot. His right hand was naturally shaken.
This time, he was different from before when mixing. When he was mixing before, there was nothing else in his heart but the liquor. But now, whether in his eyes or in his heart, there was only Flame. His right hand that was shaking the mixing pot was completely reliant on instinct. However, it was during this time that his feelings reached an unprecedented height.
In the transparent crystal liquor pot, the liquid gradually mixed into a bright red color. The magnificent hue danced in the air with the movements of the pot, drawing dazzling curves. When Frey saw Ji Dong mixing the wine, he couldn't help but cast his eye over. When he realized that Ji Dong was just using one hand, he was slightly disappointed. However, very quickly, his gaze became fixed and he couldn't help but blurt out, "Is that even possible?"
