Even though Zhou Wang now considers himself quite experienced and knowledgeable, he was still slightly shocked by this unique drinking thod.
It was only then that he understood what Mu Li ant by "clean."
This was telling Zhou Wang that the girl had already been thoroughly cleaned, and there should be no skincare products that could possibly contain additives, giving him the peace of mind to taste without worry...
Though it felt a bit odd, the mixed-race girl was still supporting her body, maintaining an air of cool elegance. However, because she was currently bowing and bending, her position seed to forcefully pull her down into the dust, creating a visual contrast.
Zhou Wang didn’t want to admit it, but there was indeed a subtle pleasure that arose from within his heart, a primal instinct, beyond his control.
The hospitality was hard to refuse, and Zhou Wang, without hesitation, moved his head closer, gently sipping the "wine in the cup."
This was evidently an aged tequila, more layered than the one Zhou Wang had tasted a few days ago in a hotel. As he took a sip, a flavor akin to dark chocolate flooded his palate, imdiately followed by an aroma mixing caral and leather.
Before the aftertaste could fully erge, the edible salt previously applied to the girl’s shoulder began to take effect. The slight salinity perfectly balanced the intricate layers of flavors in his mouth, creating a balance of sweet, sour, and bitter.
At this mont, the long aftertaste finally rose, causing Zhou Wang to exhale slightly and involuntarily praise: "Good liquor!"
"Mr. Zhou, this isn’t the best way to drink it, you know. I suggest you take another sip, this ti trying to drink a bit more, but don’t rush to swallow just yet."
At this mont, Mu Li chuckled gently, offering a reminder.
"Oh?"
Zhou Wang was montarily stunned, yet he still heeded Mu Li’s advice. This ti, he lowered his head even further, taking a deep draught.
The volu on the scapula was indeed limited, and with a bit of force from Zhou Wang, most of the liquid entered his mouth. Throughout this process, whether intentionally or unintentionally, he ca to imbibe lightly or heavily on the girl’s tender skin.
He imdiately understood the wondrous sensation Mu Li referred to as the "best drinking thod."
This way of drinking, akin to a flirtatious act, indeed kindles a man’s hormones, magnifying the sweetness of the alcohol entering his mouth.
The mixed-race girl’s shapely body trembled slightly, yet she still strove to maintain a slightly inclined posture. As Zhou Wang moved, she also arched her swan-like neck even more elegantly long. If Zhou Wang had not exercised so restraint at tis, he would likely have been tempted to ascend further...
Soon, Zhou Wang realized that his thoughts were still a bit shallow.
Because just as the liquor lingered in his mouth and he was raising his head, the girl who had let out a soft moan unexpectedly extended her slender arm, gently hooking around Zhou Wang’s neck.
Her cheeks were flushed, eyelids gently closing with fluttering lashes, yet she hesitated not and moved closer, slipping half of the lemon slice clenched between her lips into Zhou Wang’s mouth before he could react.
The lemon slice had obviously been chilled for a long while, introducing itself to Zhou Wang’s mouth in an exceptionally supple manner. The refreshing notes of sourness and sweetness imdiately rippled forth, seemingly injecting a soul into the tequila in his mouth, refreshing its taste imasurably.
The sensations were even more nuanced beyond this.
Because the girl’s lips, half-cold and half-warm, now tightly encircled Zhou Wang along with the lemon slice.
She might have used lip gloss, enhancing the sensation of her already soft lips. However, this gloss was probably tasteless and colorless, not disrupting the original aroma of the alcohol, but rather making the entire drink more enchanting and intoxicating.
Nonetheless, this wasn’t the end.
Even before Zhou Wang could slowly savor the mont, following a brief hesitation, along with the girl’s slightly intensified breathing, her red lips parted slightly, propselling her skillful tongue to integrate with the lemon slice.
She seed sowhat inexperienced at first, but quickly imrsed herself, swirling the liquid in Zhou Wang’s mouth, gradually letting it trickle down his throat.
At this mont, the tequila’s aroma beca increasingly rich, not only retaining its distinct botanical scent but also fused with a uniquely girlish sweetness.
This sensation was extraordinarily wondrous, sticky yet with an unusual freshness.
It was unclear how long the process lasted because Zhou Wang’s brain was sowhat deprived of oxygen, oblivious to the passage of ti.
Only when the mixed-race girl finally exhausted her strength, having to release Zhou Wang and rest her head against his shoulder, continuously gasping for air.
A mont later, she released Zhou Wang, first using a napkin from the table to gently wipe the corner of his mouth, then silently retreated to the side, bowing her head.
"Mr. Zhou... I wonder, how does the flavor of this drink feel?"
At that mont, seemingly having observed the entire scene, Mu Li spoke up, with a faint smile lingering in his tone.
Zhou Wang snapped back to reality, montarily unsure of what to say, managing only a helpless smile, "President Mu, you really aren’t being fair, not giving a little warning beforehand, so I’d be ntally prepared... I never imagined tequila could be drunk this way."
"Tequila, tequila...without this ’tongue,’ how could it still be called tequila, right?"
Mu Li chuckled softly.
Zhou Wang laughed, "A top-notch understanding, President Mu."
Reviews
All reviews (0)