After Chi Lingyan closed the door and left, Shen Rongyin's expression darkened again and she snorted coldly. "Chi, you refused a toast only to be forced to drink as a forfeit!"
It didn't take long for the young and beautiful face to turn back into that of a middle-aged woman in her forties or fifties. At that moment, there wasn't the slightest trace of gentleness and understanding on that wizened face. Her eyes were filled with impatience and coldness.
Soon, the twisted, mottled face appeared on the back of her head again. "Suck his blood, suck his blood, suck him dry!"
Shen Rongyin did have a good impression of Chi Lingyan at first, but now that he was unmoved by force or persuasion, she was growing more impatient. It was just that she was haunted by the desire to conquer him.
Why wasn't that Chi guy attracted to her face? Was she not beautiful or young enough? This Chi person really didn't know what was good for him!