When Gu Jiayin got up once more to fetch wine from the rack, Sheng Qianchi also stood up and followed, his steps seeming somewhat unsteady, whether intentionally or unintentionally.
As Gu Jiayin turned around with the wine bottle, she felt a tall shadow suddenly pressing down, blocking the warm white light. Next, the handsome face of the man was presented at close range before her eyes.
He was clearly a bit tipsy, his dark eyes reflecting her image, deeply as if trying to draw her in.
She held the wine bottle in one hand, her other hand against his chest, leaning back against the wine rack defensively, "What are you doing?"
Sheng Qianchi's long arms rested against the sides of the wine rack, enclosing the woman in his embrace, creating an intensely intimate atmosphere.
Her lips had tasted dozens of wines, emanating a faint, rich fragrance, vibrant and enticing. He couldn't resist slowly lowering his head to kiss her.
