Le Xuan pouted.
"This is so sweet, just like sugar water. It's too bland to drink."
He was so disgusted, but he didn't hesitate to pour the wine.
This champagne tasted like sweet water, but its alcohol content wasn't low, so after drinking two glasses, Le Xuan and Feng Ying were both drunk.
"Strange, how come you have three heads?"
Le Xuan hugged Feng Ying's head and looked her up and down, left and right. He didn't find anything unusual. He asked sternly,
"How did you grow three heads? I'll help you cut off the other two."
Feng Ying stretched her neck cooperatively.
"Cut it, cut it."
Le Xuan raised his hand and gestured wildly in the air. Seeing that Feng Ying no longer had three heads, he heaved a sigh of relief.
"I'll help you chop them off!"
At this time, Feng Ying, who had already slid to the ground, raised her hand happily.
"Cut it off!"
