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âIf you spout any more nonsense, do you believe that I would throw you into the Sahara?â
The Sahara is a vast desert, stretching as far as the eye can see. If she were truly thrown there, she wouldnât be able to hail a cab, let alone find a bird to catch.
Such a blatant threat was indeed in Li Beijueâs usual style! n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Chi Enen obediently shut her mouth.
As if she had never spoken.
The car fell into awkward silence; she hugged her cup, taking sips occasionally to ease the awkwardness.
The man opposite her was just the opposite, leisurely stretching out his body and starting to read a file as if she wasnât there at all.
The air itself grew quiet.
It was only when Chi Enen lowered her head to drink water again that she realized she had unwittingly finished all the water in her cup.
She held the empty water cup, feeling awkward about the rapid pace at which she had been drinking. With the water gone, she completely ran out of things to do and could only look up and cast her gaze about randomly.
Indeed, it was Li Beijueâs Nanny car.
Luxurious beyond imagination.
There were not only leather sofas and LCD TVs surrounding her, but there was also a mini bar inside the car. She casually glanced at the shelf of wine and spotted a 1972 Lafite.
True opulence, indeed.
Any bottle here could be worth a lifetime of effort for her, right?
Chi Enen quickly diverted her gaze.
âWant a drink?â No sooner had she averted her eyes than the man, who had been looking down, looked towards her with a lift of his falcon-like eyes and asked.
Chi Enen quickly waved her hand in denial, âNo, I was just looking.â
âYou can drink if you want to.â He rose, took a bottle from the shelf, precisely the Lafite she had just spotted. He elegantly uncorked the bottle, poured half a glass, and summoned Chi Enen toward him with a beckoning gesture, âCome here.â
ââ¦Youâve misunderstood, I really was just looking.â
âCome here.â This time, it was impatient.
Chi Enen, unable to provoke him, could only sit beside him.
But she deliberately kept her distance and did not sit close to him.
Li Beijue, lacking the patience to call her over again, simply took matters into his own hands and pulled her next to him. He picked up the Lafite from the table and brought it to his thin lips.
Chi Enen immediately stopped him, âLi Beijue, what are you doing? You canât drink.â
She had taken so much trouble to treat and bandage his wound; if he drank and caused the wound to become infected, wouldnât all her efforts be in vain?
With this thought in mind, she reached out to grab the wine glass.
Li Beijue leaned back to avoid her hand, his thin lips curling up in a roguish manner, his eyes filled with possessiveness, âWho said I was going to drink it? Itâs for you.â
Bullshit, he was clearly about to bring the glass to his own lips!
As if he knew what she was thinking, Li Beijueâs pupils darkened, his gaze drifting over her face, growing more profound, till suddenly, it settled intently on her slightly swollen lips. His throat tightened, and he tilted his head back to fill his mouth with half a glass of red wine, leaning forward to block her tempting small mouth.
âMmm⦠Noâ¦â
At the moment she spoke, her lips and teeth were pried open, and the spicy yet sweet wine flowed continuously into her mouth. Chi Enenâs eyes widened in surprise, and she pushed at him with her hands, which were immediately pinned down.
His hot, wet tongue stirred in her oral cavity, bringing with it the taste of red wine and the unique fragrance of agarwood, occupying every inch of her mouth.
The driver was still in the front; her face turned red, and with annoyance turning to anger, she bit down.
Li Beijue didnât even furrow his eyebrows, pressing the back of her head, his tongue probing into her mouth, mingling with the bloody taste, intensifying the kissâ¦.