Brother Hu grasped Xia Yu by her hair to raise her head. Seeing the wine glass in front of her, Xia Yu gnashed her teeth and glared at Xiao Man.

Xia Yu's lips were parted by force and then the flow of champagne, chill yet with some fragrant, was poured into her mouth, which started her coughing. Although some of the liquid dripped from the corners of her mouth, most had been swallowed by her at last.

A short while later, a surge of warmth went up in her body, which ...