Lin Ling could see that Hai Zhixuan was jealous. She also had some mixed tastes in her heart. Maybe wine is a good thing, although she doesn't drink it at the party, she wants to drink it this evening.

Is it possible to forget that night's experience after drinking?

She picked up a can of beer pretending to be smart, but she couldn't pull the ring open. It was obvious that she wasn't good at drinking at all. The pretended boldness was wordlessly debunked.

Lin Ling was a little embarrassed. His face suddenly turned red. Hai Zhixuan bent his lips slightly. He picked up a tin of beer from the...