One Wrong Step Makes Every Following Step Wrong

Sheng An'ning saw Jiang Haoxuan keeping silent and looking at her with a frown.

She gave a silly smile and then quickly took a bottle of red wine that had just been opened. She set out a long row of glasses and filled them one by one.

"Haoxuan, you're not a friend but it's alright, if you don't drink, I'll drink."

Sheng An'ning drank hastily and quickly. The scarlet wine dripped on her lips like a poppy flower. Her incomparable beauty was full of poison, making it difficult for Jiang Haoxuan to take his eyes off her.

However, his heart felt extremely painful.

It was like a person taking a thin needle and pricking it into his heart. It drew blood with one prick and it was extremely painful.

Jiang Haoxuan pursed his lips. He couldn't bear to see Sheng An'ning torturing herself for a man who didn't love her.

He would just consider Sheng An'ning and himself stupid.