However, before he could think about it, he felt his body tighten. Morgery hugged Luan Qingyang from behind. His thick and powerful arm wrapped around his neck and landed on his firm chest muscles.
Luan Qingyang's body immediately stiffened, and he felt uncomfortable.
His instinctive reaction was to break free from the other party, but at this moment, Morgery's voice suddenly sounded in his ear. "Don't be nervous, let alone afraid."
His voice was gentle and teasing, making Luan Qingyang feel at a loss. Morgery handed a glass of red wine to him and said, "Come, have a glass of wine to relieve yourself first."
Luan Qingyang secretly heaved a sigh of relief that the other party did not drag him to the bed. However, he did not drink the wine glass. He was afraid that the other party would do something to the wine.
Morgery sat beside him and looked at him with a doting smile. "You've never encountered such a thing before, right?"
