The Meaning of the Tattoo (Part Seventeen)

F*ck. He wasn't referring to the wine!

He saw the sly gleam in her eye and he knew that she was feigning ignorance. She was teasing him.

"Alright, little one. You're getting naughty." Ming Ansheng pushed her onto the bed and sat on her, pinning her down as a form of restraint.

He then placed the wine bottle to his mouth and continued chugging.

He drank almost half the bottle at once.

He was chugging too much that he couldn't swallow in time, so the red liquid leaked out of the corners of his mouth and dripped down his fair skin, flowing down his bobbing throat.

It was incredibly sexy.

Su Yue was in a daze. She didn't know what he was trying to do. She didn't believe that he was doing this just because she ordered him to finish the entire bottle.

"Uncle Ming, what are you doing?" she asked.

Ming Ansheng removed the bottle from his lips. It was almost empty and it stained his lips exceptionally red.