C35 I'il Kill You If You Touch Me

The tray was placed on the black tea table in front of him.

Zhan Shaohui's slender fingers swept across the bottle one by one as he waved at Ning Xi provocatively.

"If you drink all this wine, I'll consider accepting your offer?"

There were more than a dozen bottles of wine on the tray. Ning Xi's alcohol tolerance had always been poor. Even if she needed to socialize after work