Chapter 11 Mouth-to-Mouth Feeding
A row of waiters in Lan Palace uniforms came in with drinks in a respectful manner.
Xie Jinghe raised his cold eyelids and looked over, and at a glance he saw Chen Shuangli standing at the back with her head down, having stood him up.
The row of waiters came in wearing high heels and stood in a row in front of Xie Jinghe.
Whoever's wine is ordered will earn a commission.
Chi Yanzhou casually glanced at the faces of the waiters, and his gaze stopped at a cold little face. He exclaimed in surprise, "Hiss... Shuangshuang?"
Lu Chuanze pointed at the waiters, but didn't order the Chen Shuang Pear. "Put down your wine—"
The tail note was still lingering in the air when another deep, magnetic voice rang out, "Put it all down."
Lu Chuanze was speechless.
When WeChat rings, the master’s words are useless; when the phone vibrates, the brothers’ advice is useless; when people see it, they lose their brains.
Xie Jinghe, the bootlicker, wants to be the best.
Chen Shuangli raised her eyes and looked over, and saw Xie Jinghe leaning against the central booth. His right hand was resting on the armrest of the booth and hanging naturally, with a burning cigarette between his fingertips. He didn't smoke it, but just let it hang there. The bluish-white smoke drifted over the back of his hand with bulging veins.
The look in his eyes was profound and unclear, yet it carried an invisible sense of oppression that could not be ignored.
Xie Jinghe raised his chin lazily and signaled Chen Shuangli, "You stay, and the others leave."
Everyone present looked at Chen Shuangli with curiosity and envy in their eyes.
The pear trees covered with frost feel like thorns on their backs.
The others went out and the box door was closed again.
At that moment, Chen Shuangli felt that the air around her was squeezed so thin that she could hardly breathe.
Xie Jinghe ordered dangerously, "Come here."
Chen Shuangli's feet felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead, and she was unable to take a step.
"Are you coming here on your own, or am I going to come and grab you?"
Chen Shuangli walked over and stopped in front of Xie Jinghe. She lowered her eyes to look at him, her tone respectful and polite, "Do you have any instructions?"
Xie Jinghe picked up a bottle of champagne with one hand, held it in his broad palm, pressed his thumb against the bottom of the cork, exerted force on his wrist, and stretched his arm with strong muscle tension.
With a crisp "bang" sound, the bottle cap flew out, and the wine mixed with thick foam instantly splashed out of the bottle.
The movements are wild and unrestrained, making it impossible to look away.
Many blushing girls present screamed softly and held up their mobile phones to record the scene.
Lu Chuanze looked at this scene and complained in his heart: Why doesn't the wine spray on Chen Shuangli?
Xie Jinghe took the wine glass with his other hand, tilted the bottle, and poured out most of the glass. He held the glass halfway in the air, and a cynical smile appeared on his unrestrained and flamboyant face. "Sit in my arms and feed me."
Chen Shuangli took the wine glass.
Xie Jinghe patted his legs and motioned Chen Shuangli to sit on it.
Chen Shuangli didn't sit down, and said softly, "It's not easy to feed while sitting."
"So how do you want to feed it?"
The man asked frivolously, "Mouth to mouth?"
"Alright."
Chen Shuangli: "Lan Palace does not provide this kind of service."
Chen Shuangli stood between Xie Jinghe's legs, leaned down, and put the rim of the cup against Xie Jinghe's lips.
Xie Jinghe was reluctant to speak.
The tip of Chen Shuangli's delicate nose was covered with sweat. "Don't you want to drink?"
Xie Jinghe leaned back, away from the wine glass, and smiled playfully, "I can't drink it."
Obviously giving her a hard time.
Chen Shuangli stood up straight and didn't plan to feed her anymore.
Just as he was about to leave, Xie Jinghe suddenly closed his legs and clamped them tightly around Chen Shuangli's legs. "Where are you going?"
Through the fabric, Chen Shuangli could clearly feel the radiating heat and the firmness of Xie Jinghe's leg muscles.
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