C420 Taiqing

When I saw Fang Shiliang, I did not say much.

"Brother Fang."

Fang Shiliang acknowledged his presence, carried the jug of wine, and swaggered his way over to the side of the bed, pulling over a chair to sit down.

"Do you want a sip?" Fang Shiliang raised the wine jar and waved it in front of my eyes.

"I'm almost turned into a mummy …" Drinking is courting death... " I smiled bitterly