Then, a pleasant and melodious voice came from outside: "Just imported a bottle of red wine that's been aged for over thirty years from abroad, I wonder if I have the honor of inviting Mr. Shi to taste it together."
The two entangled on the sofa stiffened almost simultaneously, their burning desires that could have ignited each other extinguished in an instant.
Shen Cheng pushed him off her body with her hands, sat up to tidy her disheveled clothes, and got up to leave.
Shi Yu grabbed her hand in a flash, narrowing his eyes, "What are you doing?"
Shen Cheng turned her head slightly, generously saying: "I'll be leaving first, not to interrupt you."
"We?" His cold and detached eyes seemed to freeze over, frighteningly cold.
She looked at him: "Yeah, isn't someone inviting you for a drink? It's not good for me to stay here."
