Red wine like blood.
Beauty like this.
Wu Jie, facing Chu Yunxuan's peculiar gaze, laughed and said,
"Don't worry, I can't hold my liquor, so even if I get drunk, you probably won't feel a thing!"
"Moreover, people often say that red wine doesn't get you drunk, but its aftereffects are strong—better quality wine gets people drunk more easily!"
Chu Yunxuan laughed and said, "That's true. Although this bottle of dry red isn't expensive, it's already the most expensive one in the supermarket,"
"However, compared to those top-notch red wines from well-known European wineries, the difference is quite significant."
"Whether it's the taste, color, or aroma, it's not just a little bit off!"
Wu Jie chuckled and said, "Jie never used to buy drinks, always filling bottles with mineral water from the company. So I wouldn't dare to touch these few hundred bucks worth of red wine. Drinking it today is already a great pleasure; I wouldn't complain about it being substandard!"
