Lu Liangwei opened her eyes slightly to look at the pot of wine on the table. She gave it some thought and nodded. "Alright."
"Good girl." Long Yang reached forward and kissed her on the lips before filling up her cup again.
Lu Liangwei lay in his arms, looking slightly dazed. Her head was a little heavy. She lifted her eyes to see his throat bulge as he swallowed his drink, and could not help but reach out to touch his Adam's apple.
Long Yang stopped drinking for a moment and lowered his head. His eyes met the girl's misty gaze which was watching his neck. He swallowed once more and his deep gaze turned darker.
Lu Liangwei had no idea when it happened, but she was already kneeling on his lap as her hands wrapped themselves around his neck. Her face was buried in the front of his neck.
Long Yang's fingers, which were holding the cup, suddenly tightened as a grunting sound from his throat.
