She wiped the corner of her mouth.
She didn't aggrieve herself; when she couldn't fully indulge, there was no need to make herself suffer.
She raised her eyes, looked at Qi Lingfeng, picked up the glass of red wine, and took a sip.
Qi Lingfeng watched her, observed every movement which seemed to carry an intoxicating charm and sexiness, unconsciously causing a slight movement in his throat.
He picked up his glass, and without waiting for Qiao Xiguan's permission, he proactively clinked her glass, the blood-red wine flowing in the cup under the crystal light, clearly intoxicating.
"Here's to a pleasant collaboration," Qi Lingfeng said, and then drank it all in one go.
Qiao Xiguan swirled her wine glass, watching as Qi Lingfeng's handsome lips took on a moist hue, his smile growing wider, his eyes signaling the red wine in her hand.
A faint smile played across her lips.
She emptied the glass of red wine.
As the red wine went down, it was mellow and sweet.
