C677 Weakness of Strength to the Heart
No matter what this "little prey" thought, Beiming Mo had already lost half of his willpower. Although the effects of alcohol wouldn't be decisive for him, it still added fuel to the fire.
His domineering grip on her lips was so strong that the breath he exhaled landed on the beauty beneath him. The beauty had already begun to heat up, and her cheeks had become a light pink
