C715 Died in a dream

Early the next morning, Wang Yu rubbed his head and opened his eyes. Last night, he had really drunk too much wine.

As he sat up and leaned against the bedside table, the cries of seagulls came from outside. Wang Yu's pupils abruptly contracted as someone knocked on the door.

"Qiao Zhi, are you still not up? Is your alcohol tolerance too low? "

Ai Da pushed open the door and walked in