C160 The Gentle Trap

Lee Wanqing furrowed her brows deeply.

Diao De and his companions were drinking a particularly potent white spirit during the meal.

Lee Wanqing seldom drank white wine; her occasional indulgence was limited to red wine.

Taking a sip, she felt as if she had swallowed a flame, the scorching sensation searing her mouth, throat, and stomach.

It was excruciatingly hot