Qin Yahuang laughed twice. "I didn't drink too much. I had a good amount of wine." She said to him.

Good? Leng Muchen picked up his eyebrows. He really didn't see where it was. He drank a few drinks. Now he should be doing something he didn't know.

"Drink with me, too." Qin Yahuang poured a glass of wine and handed it to him.

She just wants to be drunk, drunk before she can feel pain, drunk before she can think of the pain. These days, she comes by this way, paralyzing her heart and paralyzing her body.

Leng Muchen drank and did not speak.

Qin Yahuang put down his...