Leng Muchen sat on the sofa with Qin Yahuang in his arms. "You think so, don't you?"

"I don't have any." Qin Yafu immediately shook her head and denied that she didn't know she was going to fall into a pit.

"It doesn't matter whether or not, I think it's good." Leng Muchen picked up his glass and the two goblets touched each other, making a crisp noise.

Qin Yahuang looked at the wine in the glass, and Leng Muchen had finished drinking it in one gulp. She hesitated and drank it.

Leng Muchen looked at her, raised his lips and smiled.'It seems that you have really grown a lot...