Surrounded by lively noise, Ning Xi reclined on a chaise lounge and drank as if she was in a different world.
The wine slipped past her red lips and down her long, elegant neck, sliding seductively into her collar...
The scene was so beautiful that all the men on set stared dazedly.
The cameraman deliberately zoomed in for a close-up.
"The strong wind carries the rain over the rivers to the dark village, the downpour on the mountains around us is like waves raging hard…" As Ning Xi recited the poem in a drunken haze, she stood up unsteadily.
In the next second, she threw the cup away with a clatter, and then started to dance with messy steps. "The wood is burning and my felt is warm, my cute cat and I stay inside…"
That slender waist was like a willow branch, bending softly as far as it could go before springing back up fiercely. Light gauze danced as if on the wind; her seductive gaze flowed over you like silk.
