"Sure." Xian Guiying suddenly laughed, making the man stare at her in fascination.
Hearing her uttering those words, Qin Gengxin stopped talking while embracing the woman. When he turned to look at her, it was as if nothing had happened. He then continued to be intimate with the beautiful woman, who had sunk into the corner of the couch.
Xian Guiying looked at the man, who acted as if she wasn't there. She looked at the man who had degenerated into a state where she no longer felt familiar with him. She then lifted a transparent square glass to her lips.
The man beside her eagerly watched her drink the wine. He stared at her lips and watched as she slowly opened her mouth.
Qin Gengxin never once looked at her and Xian Guiying never once looked away from him.
Xian Guiying knew that there was a drug in the wine.
If Qin Gengxin was still the Qin Gengxin she knew, he wouldn't sit there and watched her drinking the wine.
