C883 Miscall

Sang Huihui, whose hair was slightly messy, handed Ye Cheng a cup of ice brandy. To Ye Cheng, who had just finished pouring his flames of lust out and more or less replenished his zhenyang zhenqi, this was an extremely suitable choice.

"What a great thing the wine is. It feels more satisfying to drink a cup than to have a girl do it." Ye Cheng moved the empty wine cup in front of him