In this situation, the pastry in Tan Xiyao's hand accidentally touched Wei Haocang's lips.
This seemingly insignificant gesture caused Wei Haocang to tremble all over.
It was already very hard for him to hold out until now.
Because the banquet hall was filled with delicious delicacies, and the aroma emanating from these dishes had been torturing Wei Haocang at every moment.
If it weren't for Wei Qingxiao constantly suppressing him, he would have already lost control long ago.
But this pastry brushing against his lips was like the final straw that broke the camel's back, completely shattering Wei Haocang's sanity.
His expression suddenly turned intensely feral. He snapped his mouth open and bit down on the pastry without hesitation.
Tan Xiyao let out a horrific scream, for along with the pastry, one of her fingers was bitten off.
Racked with agony, Tan Xiyao trembled uncontrollably.
