The other places were ablaze with lights, but none of them were lit. Yin Xihua was leaning on the beautiful couch and pouring wine into his mouth, with four or five wine bottles on the ground next to him.
There was no trace of my previous fear, and instead, I felt a faint sense of sadness. I walked up lightly, bent over to pick up the bottle and put it away. Then, I turned to frown and said, "You can't ruin your own body if you're angry."
The person lying on the beautiful couch did not seem to hear it at all. He poured wine into his mouth without stopping. The wine flowed along his chin and neck all the way to the front of his collar, drenching a large area.
"Stop drinking." Because of the guilt, he didn't dare to make a sound. He reached out and tried to grab the bottle from Qin Haodon
