What? Playing games can also save your husband

That evening, Luo Yunche prepared another table of delicious dishes, and in addition, he also took out a pot of wine.

According to him, this wine is made primarily from the vermilion fruit that ripens once every three hundred years and the morning dew from the top of Mount Sumeru, supplemented with ambergris and phoenix feathers. It is then refined for nine years in the fire veins of the earth's core and aged for sixty years in the Xuanbing Soul cellar before it is finally made.

In short, it sounded very impressive, which completely stunned Mo Xuan.

Mo Xuan took a sip. The wine was refreshing, smooth, and fragrant. It was indeed a taste she had never had before. It was delicious, but not as miraculous as he had described.

Even so, it still won her heart.

With the snacks on the table, Mo Xuan enjoyed his drink immensely.

Seeing her enjoying her drink, Luo Yunche's eyes flashed with cunning as he kept refilling her cup with the wine pot.

The liquor he chose wasn't strong, but it still couldn't be drunk continuously.

As they ate, Mo Xuan's face flushed.

There was only a little wine left in the glass, so Mo Xuan picked up the glass, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

Seeing this, Luo Junche's hand holding the wine pot began to stir again.

Catching a glimpse of his movement, Mo Xuan quickly placed the cup on the opposite corner of the table and then pressed down on the top of the wine pot to stop him from moving.

"No, no, I can't drink anymore," Mo Xuan blinked her hazy eyes, "If I drink any more, I'll pass out drunk."

Although Mo Xuan was a little dizzy, her intelligence hadn't dropped. She pointed her index finger at the man beside her with ulterior motives and questioned him somewhat slowly.

"Did you do this on purpose, just to get me drunk?"

"How clever of you, baby! Did I get you drunk?"

The girl in front of me had hazy eyes, with a blush-like blush at the corners of her eyes. Her voice carried a faint scent of wine, enticing one to want to savor it.

Luo Junche's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, his gaze unconsciously falling on those cherry blossom-like pink lips.

“A little bit.” Mo Xuan pinched her index finger and thumb together, answering the man’s question.

But the person who asked the question no longer seemed to be listening to the answer. Looking at those lips that were opening and closing, and the tip of the tongue that was faintly visible, he could no longer restrain himself and lowered his head to kiss it.

The moment they touched, a satisfied sigh escaped the man's throat; the aroma of wine mixed with the fragrance of the woman was simply wonderful.

Mo Xuan, caught off guard, let out a soft moan and tried to retreat, but Luo Yunche was too fast. He grabbed her waist and pressed her tightly into his arms, trapping her hands between them. She couldn't move an inch and could only let him conquer her.

At first, the man only sucked and licked her lips, making them glisten with moisture. But soon he was not satisfied with that. Taking advantage of the girl's panting breath, he pried open her teeth and tasted the wine deeper inside.

The kiss was long and forceful, making Mo Xuan, who was already dizzy, even more disoriented. Her eyes gradually closed, as if she was about to fall asleep at any moment.

But a certain wicked man wouldn't let her sleep. A large hand with calloused skin reached inside her clothes, targeting her sensitive spots and stimulating her until her eyes widened.

"Baby, please don't go to sleep. I want to keep listening to your stories. I'm very curious about what happened between us in bed before. You have to tell me about it."

The man stared at the woman in his arms, who was lost in passion, and made a wicked request with a smirk.

Whether from stimulation or anger, Mo Xuan's eyes were filled with tears, and her cheeks were flushed. After hearing his words, she raised her hand and, with the last bit of strength, punched him in the chest. "You filthy scoundrel!"

Whether it was her fists or her insults, they were all soft and harmless, landing on the man without any real threat. Instead, they seemed like flirtatious little tricks, making him even more aroused.

The passionate kisses gradually moved down, landing on her neck, collarbone, and seemed to be moving even further down.

The elaborate clothing gradually fell away, and the man's hands caressed every part of her body that he loved, causing the delicate body beneath him to tremble repeatedly.

That night, Mo Xuan was forced by him to talk about many of their past intimate moments, which aroused the man's passion. Despite her well-trained body, she was still tormented by his actions. In the end, the woman could not withstand the surging tide of desire and fell into a deep sleep.