Chapter 889 - Say Love Me (9)
Drinking together? Ji Liunian looked at him a little strangely, and he didn't know what was going on with him. Here, Ling Yichuan had already raised his body and poured out the cup of Riesling.
Riesling, from the banks of the Rhine in Germany, is home to some of the world's best white wines. Different from French red wine, white wine tastes lighter and more acidic, this kind of Riesling needs to be chilled first, the kind of refreshing to the heart, and then in your mouth, it is mixed into a warm current, fruity aroma, as if you are in a sea of flowers, countless flowers will surround you.
However, Ling Yichuan picked up the goblet, it was a pale yellow wine in the sunlight, but at this time, it showed a touch of elegant, as if transparent color, he took the wine glass and shook it in front of Ji Liunian's eyes, however, he didn't feed her to drink, but took a sip by himself and swallowed it all.
Ji Liunian's eyes widened, what is this called, "Let's have a drink?" “
Just when he was wondering, Ling Yichuan suddenly came down and kissed his lips fiercely.
"Hmm......" Ling Yichuan's kiss was gentle and domineering, and there seemed to be a strong smell of wine in his mouth, which quickly reached her mouth.
The Riesling produced by this winery has a slightly sour taste, and even without sugar, the alcohol has a faint sweet aroma. It had been iced, but it rolled around in his mouth again, and now when it spread into her mouth, the feeling of ice and fire was like drinking a cold drink under the summer sun, which instantly opened people's sense of taste and smell.
She doesn't like to drink, and always feels that the taste of wine is bitter and rushing, but this faint smell of wine, with fruity and sweet aroma, is like honey, and it is sweet to her heart all of a sudden.
She opened her eyes slightly, and saw that his eyes were closed, and his long eyelashes fluttered slightly. It's like a small fan that has been smudged in layers. The bridge of his nose is straight, like the fine work of a famous master carver.
And his lips are too, always smiling slightly when he doesn't speak, with a touch of pink, as if he is very modest, but if you look closely, it seems to be mocking you. But these lips, when kissing her, seemed to be enchanted, leading her step by step, taking her forward little by little. In fact, you don't need to drink, you just need to look at his eyes and look at his smile, and you can't help but feel slightly drunk.
The tip of his tongue, like a nimble dancer, dances with her, takes her from shallow to deep, she sometimes spins, sometimes wanders, sometimes wanders, sometimes seems to have fallen into the abyss, all of which cannot be thought. He wanted her to taste the most authentic taste of Germany. With a little bit of romance, a little bit of rigor, and all his love, everything about her is included!
What even she didn't know was that she was a little nervous at first, but at this time, her whole person was like a flower blooming, and it bloomed in an instant!
She seemed to finally know why so many people were thinking about drinking, and it was true that alcohol gave people a strange thrill, intoxicated, unconsciously relaxed, and made people want to go deeper into it, even if it was a cliff in front of them!
After a kiss, she was dizzy from his kiss, and the whole person fell gently on the sheets.