Shen Qingling quietly listened as Su Huarong spoke, his responses growing brief, sometimes nothing more than a nasal "Mm."
Shen Qingling rubbed his temples. "I think I'm a little drunk. I should head back, sis."
He tried to stand, but Su Huarong pressed a hand to his shoulder and took the opportunity to pour him a little more wine.
"It's fine if you get drunk. You're too tense. Relax, Qingling. It's safe here."
"I just think it's getting late. I should go back."
"Then finish the wine in your glass, and you can go. I'd hate to waste such good wine."
"Okay, then I'll finish it."
Just as Shen Qingling reached for the wineglass, Su Huarong snatched it away before he could.
"It's okay. I'll help you drink it."
She took the last trace of deep-red wine into her mouth but did not swallow.
Under Shen Qingling's slightly dazed gaze, she gently cupped his face and leaned down...
Warm red lips, carrying the fragrance of wine, pressed against his.
Their soft lips met. The next second, Su Huarong skillfully pried open his teeth and fed the rich wine from her mouth into his.
Shen Qingling's body jolted. He seemed about to resist, but the sudden warm liquid and even softer tongue made him forget how to react.
A muffled groan sounded in the room.
In the silent, dark livestream room, the sound was amplified without end.
[????? What did I just hear?! Splashing? Was that wine? Or...?]
[Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit! They can't be kissing, can they?! Su Huarong, you are my god!]
[Shen Qingling's groan—help, my legs went weak!]
[Their breathing is so messy and heavy. What are they doing?! My imagination is running wild.]
[Director! I'll pay! Lift the shawl! Right now! Immediately! Ahhh, I want