Cheng Weiyue remained silent, resisting with her muteness.
Zhao Hanchen's face turned ashen, and he suddenly placed the bottle of red wine to Cheng Weiyue's lips, pinching her jaw to force her mouth open.
"I don't want... Zhao Hanchen, have you lost your mind?" Cheng Weiyue pushed against Zhao Hanchen's chest with her hands, attempting to resist the shackles in his hands.
But the strength between men and women is inherently unequal, not to mention Zhao Hanchen was not holding back at all.
"Yueyue, do you know when you're the most obedient? It's when you're drunk. Every time you're like this, no matter what I do to you, you won't resist; you'll obediently answer all of my questions."
Zhao Hanchen's voice was so calm it lacked any ripples, "This wine has a low alcohol content, rest assured, I know my limits; I won't let anything happen to you."
Cheng Weiyue felt a few drops of wine trickling into her mouth.