Sheng Yanxiao faintly curled his lips, reached out and exchanged arms with Su Weiyi, then drank it all in one go.
After two small glasses of red wine went down, Su Weiyi's cheeks were already flushed, and just as she set down the wine glass in her hand, Sheng Yanxiao suddenly lowered his voice and said, "Weiwei, there's a third way to drink a loving cup, don't you want to try?"
"What?"
Su Weiyi was taken aback, as Sheng Yanxiao picked up the wine bottle on the side and took a swig directly from it.
Their kiss gradually deepened, and her steps moved with the person in front of her, but soon she couldn't move anymore, because the whole person was pressed against the cold floor-to-ceiling window glass.
The temperature between their lips and teeth was getting higher and higher, and in a daze, Su Weiyi didn't even know when her robe was taken off, only feeling a chill on her back, and her hazy mind came back to the moment.
