An Ning was fed a whole bowl of hangover medicine by Xiao Jinxing.
It was both bitter and sweet.
A perfect blend of cold and hot.
This old dog Xiao Jinxing, even at his age, still has such skills.
An Ning breathed unevenly, her eyes were misty, and her lips were slightly swollen.
"Did you sober up?" Xiao Jinxing's husky voice was still full of magnetism.
"I wasn't drunk to begin with." An Ning pretended to be strong.
Years of not yielding in front of Xiao Jinxing, though he had a hundred ways to make her plead for mercy repeatedly.
"So you mean you're still full of energy?" Xiao Jinxing raised an eyebrow.
Instantly, An Ning was on guard.
Whenever this guy has this expression, it's definitely up to no good.
An Ning watched as Xiao Jinxing's body leaned towards her...
"Wait a minute." An Ning pushed against his chest with both hands.
Xiao Jinxing's sexy lips curled up.
Looking dangerous.
"I have something to tell you." An Ning said seriously.
