"Mm." A quiet grunt leaves Liu Qingge's soft lips, which were tightly pressed together into a frown as he glared at the wine bottle in front of him, his hands curled into fists on his lap as he tried to push those horrifyingly sinful thoughts away.

He knew it had been foolish to accept a gift from that damn succubus lady, lest drink it. But you had insisted. It was rude not to, and it was the perfect occasion, you said.

Your presence is like a hot iron, burning at his side, and it takes everything in him not to look. The flush on his face was barely noticeable, since the man had a will of steel, but even then, it was proving to be too strong. And he didn't want to give you the pleasure of knowing how much this was affecting him, knowing the smug look that would appear on your stupidly... charming face.