Just like in previous years, when they were free, they would sit and chat.
However, back then, it was mostly her talking while he listened.
Sylvan Cheney suddenly gripped her wrist that was holding the wine glass, his eyes blazing as he looked at her.
Jasmine Yale's gaze flickered, her expression half-drunk and half-awake, "Aren't you supposed to teach me? Go ahead and teach, is this how I feed you?"
She tried to lift her wrist, but Sylvan Cheney pressed it down.
The next second, he gripped her hand, lifted it, and took a sip of red wine.
Before Jasmine Yale could react, his large hand pressed down on her fuzzy little head and fed her the wine from his mouth.
His lips were icy cold, as was the wine.
Caught off guard, Jasmine Yale wasn't ready at all!
This was clearly something only couples would do!
"Mmm..." she frowned, shaking her head vehemently.
She suddenly remembered, the wine in her glass was drugged, she couldn't drink it!
