"Come! Drink more!"
Nantian city, on the third floor of the heaven seeking Pavilion.
Feng Qingyan was a little drunk. Her beautiful eyes were half-closed, and her gaze was blurred, revealing a bit of charm.
She held a jar of wine, lifted it up, and drank it in a daze. Her posture was somewhat bold.
The Golden wine trickled down from the corner of her lips, across her snow-white neck, and flowed down.
Her clothes were a little messy, and the black clothes inside were exposed. They were a little wild and fiery.
"Cough cough!"
Tang Hao's eyes followed the Golden liquid and looked down. He was a little embarrassed.
"Stop drinking! I can't drink anymore!"
Tang Hao said.
This wine was very strong. He had only drunk three jars and this person was already on the verge of dying. If he continued to drink, what would he do?
With this wild and unrestrained character, it was likely that things would get out of hand.
