Li Qingmu leaned back against the soft cushions of the private alcove, one arm draped lazily around Linger's slender waist while she fed him another sip of fragrant pear wine from her own cup. Her fingers occasionally wandered to press his palm firmly against the generous curve of her hip whenever she felt his hand growing idle.
She wasn't a peerless beauty by any stretch… her features were soft and pleasant rather than breathtaking, but her willingness to please, her warm obedience, and the way she molded herself against him made the experience surprisingly comfortable.
Xu Xiaoshan sat across from him as he swirled his wine cup with a strange smile.
From their earlier conversation, Li Qingmu had already pieced together quite a few interesting things.
