The man before her, with an austere and disdainful countenance, only his pair of eyes reflect a slight wickedness, along with a hint of arrogance.
Meng Xi'er watched the two glasses of red wine before her with a chilling gaze. Under the ambiguous light, the light-red liquid swayed in the light like a dancer's skirt, creating a ripple effect.
Identical, these two glasses of wine, seeming to have no difference, she could not distinguish which one had been laced with drugs and which one hadn't.
This man, who held no grudge with them, why would he resort to such ruthless measures?
Indeed, the more handsome the man, the more venomous they are.
"Have you made your choice?"
The man slightly raised his eyebrows, revealing a bit of impatience, "If you dare not drink, then your friend shall lose a leg."
"Xixi!"
