Xia Wanjun inexplicably felt thirsty.
He stared at the video of the woman who had sipped her wine and then, satisfied, closed her eyes to savor it, his gaze uncontrollably lingered on those plump, rosy lips.
The lips, damp with a bit of moisture, emitted a tempting hue under the light, making one unable to resist the urge to reach out and touch them, or perhaps... taste their flavor.
Gu Shengyin opened her eyes, not knowing what she was thinking, a smile appeared on her lips, and she drained the remaining wine in her glass.
A trickle of wine ran down the corner of her mouth, passed her gracefully shaped neck, glided over her delicate collarbone, and finally, disappeared into that fragrant scent.
Boom! Xia Wanjun only felt a fire ignite within him, he crossed his legs, changed his sitting position, and his gaze locked onto the woman in the video like a hawk.
