When Zhi'er heard this, her whole body trembled, and her cheeks burned.
She hastily asked, "Then we..."
Feng Fuce laughed, "Don't be afraid, I naturally won't bully you to that extent."
With that, he intertwined arms with Zhi'er.
Zhi'er tilted her head back and drank, gulping it down with a sound.
Only to find that Feng Fuce had not drunk.
Zhi'er was surprised and was about to ask when she saw Feng Fuce turn his cup over, pouring all the wine onto the ground.
The young girl couldn't help but be puzzled, "What are you doing?"
Feng Fuce's deep eyes looked at her, "Just now I didn't finish speaking, as husband and wife are one, one cup is enough."
Zhi'er blinked her innocent round eyes, "But I've already finished mine!"
Feng Fuce smiled, his handsome face melting like snow in an instant.
What remained was only the surging love in his heart like a vast ocean.
"No worries, I can taste what remains on your lips."
