The red wine flowed down the angular and sculptured face, like rapid streams.
He was half awake from the wine, and when he opened his eyes in the water, there seemed to be a lot of ice particles slowly accumulating there, gradually covering the original blur and making it bone-chilling.
Wen Tong's hand softened and the cup fell to the ground, causing glass shards to scatter everywhere.
She didn't know what happened to her just now. When he said the word plaything, her heart suddenly felt suffocated with pain, and her mind was in chaos. By the time she reacted, he had already been wet by herself.
She forgot what Wenze had reminded her just now. He said that every time this day comes, Mr. Chen's temper will become very bad. You must not be in the same relationship with him, otherwise, he will hurt you.
"Yes..I'm sorry."
Wen Tong realized that this time, his anger was really going to burn her. In order to save her life, she didn't have time to think about it, so she got up and ran away.
But he pounced from behind like a leopard and threw her directly onto the sofa.
There was a sudden sharp pain in his back, which made Wen Tong break into a cold sweat.
A piece of the broken glass just flew to the sofa, and now it stabbed into Wen Tong's back. She let out a cry, but was immediately kissed by him.