Feng Fuce didn't react at first.
It wasn't until Bai Zhi'er started nibbling on his lower lip like a little animal that he suddenly came to his senses.
The young man's eyes dropped blankly, gazing at the girl in front of him.
She seemed to have tasted something amusing, lightly tugging was not enough, she teasingly kissed the edge of his lips.
Probably having tasted the sweet fragrance of the wine, Bai Zhi'er still smacked her lips, "You smell so nice~"
A spoiled girl's demeanor.
Feng Fuce turned his head and smiled, saying, "When you sober up tomorrow, don't blame me, this was your invitation."
With that, he leaned down, immediately taking control into his own hands.
Feng Fuce cupped her face, continually deepening the kiss.
At first, Bai Zhi'er found it fun, but later wanted to escape, yet she was held tightly in his embrace.
His possessiveness was unleashed at this moment, no longer hidden.
