"Well, you're a good wine. What do you have to say?" Chen Jiu took over the wine pot and naturally looked at the butterflies with great interest.

"Husband, don't worry, you drink first!" Cai Butterfly's kind persuasion.

"That's OK!" Chen Jiu nodded, then picked up the wine pot and drank it up in a few mouthfuls, with some meaning still in the end: "How come it's gone so soon?" But addiction!"

"No? Well, you remember the taste, and it won't happen again! " The butterfly suddenly uttered an astonishing sermon.

"What? Can't you brew it? How come there is no such thing?" Chen Jiu was also shocked by some reluctant...