She jumped away from him, brought two glasses of wine from the table, handed one glass to his hand, and said with a smile: "Come, let's have a drink first!" Feng Yiying didn't know what she was doing, but since she had the intention
If she wanted to play, he would naturally play with her. He said with a smile: "Little girl, don't you want to have a drink with me?" Yi Qingchen's face turned bright red, but he smiled and said: "Why not? This drink
I've only seen the idea of handing over a glass of wine on TV, but I haven't practiced it yet. How about we try it first?" Feng Yiying couldn't laugh or cry, and tapped her pretty nose with his finger: "Idiot, is there an experiment in this?
We only have a glass of wine once in a lifetime." Yi Qingchen pouted and said, "I just want to test it out. Anyway, I will marry you sooner or later. Hum, if you don't want to, I will find someone else..." Without a word
After saying that, her eyes blurred, her body tightened, and she fell into Feng Yiying's arms. His dark eyes locked on her tightly: "Little girl, how dare you!" Yi Qingchen stuck out her tongue: "I don't want to.
Let me find someone else to experiment with, then you can have a drink with me!" He brought the two wine glasses over again. Feng Yiying couldn't laugh or cry, wondering what new tricks were playing in her little head. Yi Qingchen sat upright with a glass of wine,
With a solemn expression on his face: "Here, let's have a drink. Well, by the way, should you drink with your left hand or your right hand?" Feng Yiying couldn't help but smile. He really didn't expect that she would ask such a funny question: "It's okay.
Use whichever hand you are comfortable with." Yi Qingchen nodded, extremely serious: "Then we will all use our right hands... Come on." She put her arm around Feng Yiying's arm: "Come on
, let's drink!" Feng Yiying couldn't win over her, so he had to fight with her, bypass her, and drank the so-called cup of wine. He put down the glass and looked at her drunken face, and felt that his heart seemed to be skipping a beat.
After half a beat: "Little girl, can you tell me what you want to do now..." Before he could finish his sentence, Yi Qingchen suddenly rushed over, threw herself into his arms, and blocked his mouth with her bright red mouth.
, there was a light floral fragrance and a faint smell of alcohol on her body, which made Feng Yiying instantly intoxicated. He couldn't help but hug her tightly and deepen the kiss...