C1188 Ironheart

"I'm not drunk. If you're not drunk, you'll get drunk." Wan Lei smiled sweetly and said softly, "Brother Muye, Brother Muye, you are drunk. You are so tall. Why don't you lower your head a little?"

"What are you doing?" Zhang Muye frowned, but still lowered his head slightly. Wan Lei suddenly reached out and wrapped her arms around Zhang Muye's neck, then kissed him with her beautiful red lips