"This is some good wine.

Where did you get it?"

The wine was exquisite and he knew that it probably cost a fortune.

Blair couldn't have bought it.

She tittered under her breath.

"Guess." She rotated the glass in her hand slowly and smelled the wine. ‘It must be really good since Wesley appreciated it.'

She took a sip. The liquid crept around her taste buds and glided gracefully down her throat. The wine released a rich, flavorful aroma and tasted delicious.

After a brief pause, he said with confidence, “Someone gave it to you.”

“Wow! You're good at this! How did you guess it so easily?" Blair exclaimed in disbelief.

“Well, I figured you couldn't have bought it yourself, and you wouldn't ask anyone for it either. So, it must be a gift from someone," Wesley said, shrugging casually.

Blair stuck out her tongue.

"You won."

He smirked. However, as he was about to say something, he felt his head spin. Blair's figure turned to a blur.

His experience told him that there was something wrong with the wine-it must have been poisoned.

His eyes darkened.

"What's wrong, Wesley?" Not just his eyes, his expression had changed too.

She took a closer look and found that his face was bright red.

Wesley couldn't identify what was in the wine. When Blair leaned in towards him, he couldn't hold back and pulled her into his arms rudely.

His crude reaction startled her.

"Wesley, what happened?"

Wesley, however, didn't answer her. He lowered his head and began to kiss her with overwhelming passion.

He pressed her against the wine cabinet and whispered in a hoarse voice, "Don't play dumb."

His embrace and kiss were so wild that she didn't get a chance to ask what was wrong.

Wesley threw her on his shoulder, carried her to his bed and climbed on top of her. Blair finally came to her senses and began to struggle.

“Something is wrong with him. I should go and find out."