Lin Ge's right palm raised a pure blue flame, while his left hand held a goblet filled with mixed liquor.
Flipping his hand over, the flame fell into the goblet, immediately igniting a pale blue flame at the rim.
He lifted his left hand, tilted the goblet, and a line of fire trailed out, falling into another goblet below.
"There you go, please."
The goblet floated in front of Freya, a faint blue flame dancing over its rim, wafting out bursts of fragrance from the alcohol.
Freya's snow-white nose twitched slightly as she reached out and took hold of the warm goblet.
Lin Ge watched her with a smile. As the Magic Goddess, she couldn't possibly be burnt by such a level of magic flame, so he didn't bother to remind her.
Freya finally parted her lips, gave a gentle suck, and a line of fire flew from the rim, burrowing into her dainty mouth.
The scorching liquid invaded her body, and at that moment, she realized something, her face lighting up with surprise.