Discarding the test tube, Tang Yuchen suddenly grasped her wrist, and, across the coffee table, pulled her upper body into his embrace. His fingers lifted her chin and he fiercely bent down to kiss her.
An Xin instinctively opened her lips, only for a warm, spicy liquid to flow into her mouth, reaching deep into her throat.
She instinctively swallowed, the alcohol he fed her rushing down her throat.
Tang Yuchen let her go slightly, his wicked, bright eyes looking at her, a corner of his mouth hooked with ill-intent.
"Young Master Chen, you..." An Xin was a bit puzzled, not understanding whether he had drunk or not, let alone his intentions at the moment.
The man did not speak. His fingers traced her elegantly curved neck, carrying scorching heat as they wandered on her skin, slowly sliding down.
Wherever they touched, they ignited an unbearable flame.
