Leandro had just drunk red wine, his thin lips stained a vibrant red. The light shone on his face, revealing a mysterious allure within his restrained and icy demeanor.
Charlotte glanced at him and cautiously reached out, trying to take the high-heeled cup from his hand.
However, the man's body slightly shifted, and her hand didn't touch the high-heeled cup, but instead fell directly into her lap.
Charlotte's chin hit Leandro's open chest directly, causing her to gasp in pain.
Leandro frowned and voluntarily set down the high-heeled cup, "Did you hit it?"
Charlotte lifted her head and felt a shadow descending upon her, instantly enveloping her in a familiar scent.
Her breath became erratic all of a sudden, as she looked at the furrowed brow of the man, a bold idea formed in her mind.
