Women Are More Dangerous Than Red Wine

Bo Jinchuan who had just finished his shower, stood by the window in his bathrobe. He held a glass of wine in hand.

He couldn't get the kiss by the lake out of his mind.

He had always prided himself on not being a man who had lust on his mind constantly.

He was actually averse to women.

He felt that being intimate with a woman, or even just having their skin touching each other, was exceedingly uncomfortable.

Dirty.

He had long been aware that Shen Fanxing had a huge influence on him. Nonetheless, the fact that he yearned to get more from her shocked him.

She was like someone who was out of his grasp.

She could be considered an important accident in his life.

There was a winery in Bordeaux that Grandpa loved. He had once said that red wine was a liquid that had a life of its own. One could taste but not covet it.

Grandpa also reminded him that he shouldn't let anything influence his thoughts or judgment.