C335 You Just Don't Have a Heart

"I don't want to."

Xia Bu's rebuttal was blocked by Mo Shaobai's mouth. There was a trace of anxiety on his face as he crazily sucked the sweetness from Xia Bu's mouth.

His lips carried the scent of red wine, and the rich aroma of the wine followed his movements and entered Xia Bu's nasal cavities. A hint of sweetness seemed to be transmitted to Xia Bu's tongue