Dan Hanjie now took the initiative to speak, asking her to join him for a drink.
Qin Youxuan suddenly had a feeling, the glass of red wine before her, could it possibly be a glass of poisoned wine...
She shivered all over.
She raised her hand and knocked herself on the head, thinking what a mess her thoughts were.
If Dan Hanjie wanted to kill her, he wouldn't need to bother with such trouble; he could just ignore her, and she would be heartbroken to death.
Qin Youxuan, with her eyes and mouth craving, swiftly picked up the glass of red wine, clinked it against his, and was just about to gulp it down when her wrist was seized by the man.
Dan Hanjie's deep dark eyes steadily gazed at her, "You're only allowed to sip a little."
"..."
Qin Youxuan's face fell.
As expected, she was overthinking it; Dan Hanjie wasn't so kind as to really let her drink.
Allowing her only a small sip was tantamount to torturing her with craving.