"Oh," she said. She opened the windows of the back seat a little and let the wind blow in so that Samantha wouldn't feel sick after a while.
But in fact, Samantha was very good at drinking wine. She leaned against the glass window, and her white and tender little face was flushed by the smell of alcohol, which made her look very lovely. Her watery red lips were slightly compressed, and her dark eyebrows were also slightly wrinkled. It seemed that she was a little annoyed.
Henderson reached out and touched her lips. Samantha didn't react at first, but when that finger was like an annoying fly, she couldn't help but hold that finger, just like a little fox holding a mouthful of meat. She didn't want to let go.
Henderson only felt that his fingertips were very warm and soft. He cou
