Qiao Mo's face looked a bit grim at this moment, unwilling to stay any longer, she got up to leave.
But Sun Yuhao wasn't ready to give up, blocking her path, and shoved another glass of wine into Qiao Mo's hand, sneering, "Got quite the temper, huh? I advise you not to be shameless! What do you think this place is? I'm telling you, whether you drink this glass or not, you're drinking it today!"
Qiao Mo tried to bypass him, but he blocked the door.
"Move." Qiao Mo's expression grew darker.
"Oh, what if I don't?" Sun Yuhao sneered, becoming increasingly intrigued by Qiao Mo's cold yet bright and alluring face.
Qiao Mo lowered her eyes, after a few seconds she spoke again, "If I drink this, can I leave then?"
"Of course."
Qiao Mo let out a slight breath, downing the foreign wine in one gulp.
The spicy liquid spread through her throat, scorching her stomach painfully, like a fire, instantly spreading a flush across her petite face, almost dripping with allure.
