Yet she still tried hard to take a few deep breaths, telling herself that this was the last night, to indulge herself, to satisfy him, and then... there would be no more attachments to each other.
He gently placed her on the sofa stool to sit, kissed her forehead, then sat down beside her, poured her a glass of milk, and under her gaze, dropped in a candy-like pink pill.
Her face turned red again.
That medicine...
Gong Heng watched the understanding expression on her face and smiled faintly, raised his wine glass to clink with hers, and began to drink elegantly, yet his gaze remained fixed on her face and body, reluctant to look away.
Mu Mian picked up the glass, sipping the milk with trembling lips in small sips, as the table full of food failed to arouse her appetite at all. Her mind involuntarily wandered to what would happen next, and she couldn't control a sense of excitement.
