Li Shengxiao wrapped his arm around Rong Yan's waist, slowly set down his wine glass, and his lips, stained with wine, looked like petals touched by cinnabar, red and sexy. His thin lips parted, and his deep eyes rested on Rong Yan, "Your health isn't good, mom told you to drink less. Next time if you want to drink, let me do it for you. Yanyan, be good~"
Oh my god.
Rong Yan's legs went soft, nearly failing to hold herself up.
What, what, what does he actually want! If you want to kill or torture, just say it directly. This sudden gentle blow is too terrifying!
Leng Feng's face turned black, glaring silently at Li Shengxiao with a solemn expression. But when he saw Rong Yan looking up at the man beside her the whole time, his hands clenched tightly.
No one dared to breathe loudly, but Gu Linxi remained calm, saying, "Why are you guys here?"
Cui Jiangjing smirked insincerely, "If I don't come, I might as well let the sheep graze on my head!"
