C68 The Firewood Met the Fire

The wine in the wine glass did not completely pour into her mouth. A little bit of it leaked out, attracting Peng Yichen's gaze.

The remaining wine flowed along the corner of her lips, sliding down her unusually long neck as she raised her head.

Under the illumination of the bar's light, the alcohol glowed in a colorful light. It continued down her slender neck