1391 The Meaning of the Tattoo Part Seventeen (1/2)

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.

He smiled. ”Just drinking to liven things up!”

He finished the remaining wine and threw the bottle aside, lying down to kiss her.

'Oh….'

Su Yue had grown accustomed to his ways in bed. She now knew him at the back of her hand.

She knew exactly when to protest or give in to his advances. Young Master Ming couldn't get enough of her.

As the saying went: 'When a woman is too beautiful, no man could ever resist her.'

…

”President.”

”President.”

Ming Ansheng entered the company in a tuxedo. People started greeting him and he nodded back.

There was even a faint smile on his face.