In Li Jingjing's heart, Lin Miao was a lively and lovely little sister, innocent and happy. Every time she saw her, she would smile. This kind of woman was simple.
When Lin Miao took a sip of the glass but didn't finish it, Li Jingjing asked the same question again,"
"It's not like you, Lin Miao, to drink so little. This wine is not bad. Are you saving the good wine for me?"
Lin Miao was actually very happy. She rarely heard Li Jingjing joke around. She always had a stern face, which made people feel intimidated.
He was in a good mood today, so things should go smoothly. Lin Miao laughed happily as she continued to think.
However, she had to give him an explanation so that he wouldn't suspect her of doing something to the wine.
"I'm a little embarrassed to tell you the reason why I didn't dare to drink too much today. Brother Yingluo, don't laugh at me if I tell you. "
Lin Miao thought of a suitable reason.
