Cheng Yaojia was instantly mortified. That was not what she meant by wanting to drink. Afraid that he would misunderstand it as an indirect invitation for him to kiss her, her heart began pounding wildly.
Yet when his lips touched hers, Cheng Yaojia still instinctively parted her teeth, allowing his tongue to force its way in somewhat roughly.
Just like that, the two of them unknowingly drank over half a pot of fine grape wine. Cheng Yaojia grew dizzy, a flush blooming across her cheeks as her eyes turned hazy and alluring.
"Madam, is it all right now?" Song Qingshu's eyes were exceptionally clear as he gazed at her affectionately.
"You only know how to tease me. I'm already like this, and you still... still ask me." Cheng Yaojia gave a coquettish rebuke, her tone carrying three parts drunkenness, three parts shyness, and three parts boldness.
Song Qingshu smiled mischievously. "If you do not say it aloud, Madam, how am I supposed to know whether I have misunderstood?"
"You have not misunderstood." Cheng Yaojia bit her lip and spoke each word distinctly.
"What does 'not misunderstood' mean?" The teasing look on Song Qingshu's face deepened.
Cheng Yaojia's teeth itched, and she wanted nothing more than to get up and bite him hard. "It means that whatever you want to do, I will not refuse."
"If I want to touch somewhere I should not, would that be allowed too?" Song Qingshu's smile grew even stranger as he spoke, his large hand already hovering near her collar.
"Do as you please." Cheng Yaojia turned her head away. Her expression could not be seen, but her ears had already turned crimson.
Finding her increasingly shy and adorable, Song Qingshu could not resist lifting her chin and kissing her hard again.
Mmph~
Cheng Yaojia