Chapter 53: The Right Way to Drink Red Wine

Hearing Zhou Ting’s teasing words, Lin Xiaoxiao felt a mix of frustration and realization—she should’ve known it was him.

Escape was impossible now. Resigned, she approached him, handing over the wine. “Your wine.”

She turned to leave, but before she could step away, an arm wrapped around her waist, pinning her in place.

“Mmph…”

Zhou Ting, holding the soft girl, didn’t hold back, kissing her rosy lips forcefully.

But today, the usually compliant girl resisted fiercely, surprising him.

As his grip loosened, she pushed him away.

Seeing her flushed, indignant expression with teary eyes, he raised an eyebrow. “Little one, mad at me?”

She froze, turning away silently, looking like a wronged puppy.

Sighing, he stood, pulling her back into his arms.

Feeling her struggle, he swatted her pert backside, growling, “Don’t move…”

She glared but her resistance weakened noticeably.

Unabashedly, he slipped his hand under her clothes, whispering in her ear, “Tell me, why’d you run off without a word?”

His tone was clearly accusatory.

Biting her lip, she fought the strange sensations from his wandering hand, refusing to speak—partly afraid she’d let out an embarrassing sound, knowing her body too well…

Seeing her defiance, he chuckled softly. “Not talking? Fine, I won’t ask.”

“But for a disobedient canary, you know how the master disciplines, right?”

Her trembling body made his eyes glint with mischief. “The master builds a delicate cage, chains the naughty bird inside, and whips it day and night…”

Her face paled, clearly frightened by his words.

Imagining herself locked in a cage, limbs chained, whipped by him… fear surged, mixed with a trace of excitement? Still, she struggled. “N-no, let me go…”

Satisfied with her reaction, he shifted his hand, eliciting a yelp as he found her weak spot, stopping her struggles. “Be good and eat with me. I’ll let your escape slide.”

His sudden words stunned her, but feeling his restless hand, she nodded hesitantly.

Unaware that her idea of “eating together” wasn’t what he meant…

Finally free from his hold, her flushed face and disheveled clothes were tantalizing. His gaze darkened. “Open the wine.”

She nodded, uncorking it and pouring half a glass as he handed her a cup.

Sipping the blood-red wine, he asked, “Why work here? My card’s with you—short on cash?”

Staring at her toes, she mumbled reluctantly, “I have free time, wanted something to do…”

Truthfully, she didn’t want to spend his money. She was repaying a debt—using his money freely would make her no better than a kept woman…

He nodded noncommittally, not pressing further. “So, tomorrow—move back yourself, or should I do it for you?”

She shook her head quickly. “I’m not going back…”

He frowned, then sighed, sounding reasonable. “Fine, be good, and you can do what you want.”

Her eyes lit up. “Really?”

He nodded, beckoning. “Come here. Why stand so far?”

Without thinking, she approached.

He pulled her into his lap, her soft scent intoxicating, stirring his senses.

She panicked slightly but, recalling his words, didn’t resist.

His lips curved. “Little one, like red wine?”

She shook her head. “No, it’s not tasty.”

He continued, “You’re drinking it wrong. My way makes it taste amazing.”

Confused, she looked at him.

He took a sip, then leaned in, sealing her lips with his, the wine’s rich flavor mingling between them…

After a long moment, he pulled back, chuckling at her panting form. “How’s the taste?”

Her flushed face glowed, and she huffed, “Not good at all!”

He raised an eyebrow. “It’ll taste better with more.”

Not giving her a chance to protest, he repeated the act.

She lost track of how much wine he “fed” her this way, her head spinning—whether from lack of oxygen or the alcohol, she wasn’t sure.

When he moved to do it again, she pleaded, “I-I can’t… no more…”

He pressed, unrelenting. “So, do you like red wine now?”

Forced to nod, she muttered helplessly, “I like it, I like it…”

Satisfied, he said, “Good. But I’ve barely had any. Little one, know what to do?”

She froze, catching his playful gaze, her face burning as she understood. Reluctantly, she reached for his glass.

But he pulled it away. Under her shocked gaze, he poured most of the wine down her chest…

“Eek! W-what are you doing?!” She flinched, but his hand held her waist, forcing her to watch the wine soak her shirt.

Her thin summer clothes turned nearly transparent, the sight provocative and alluring…