He leisurely asked her.
"You' re back?"
Wen Ying sat down and glanced at the table. There were four or five light dishes and a pot of wine.
However, there was only one wine cup in his hand.
The white calyx of the Xing Kiln was like ice and jade, and it was far superior to frost and snow. It was held in his hand, and it was filled with half a cup of wine that was cold and pure.
She hadn' t drunk any wine before. She didn' t know what it tasted like, but as she looked at the wine in his hand, she unconsciously swallowed her saliva.
In fact, the dishes on that table were all the dishes that she usually loved to eat. In comparison, they had lost their attraction and were not as attractive as the half cup of wine.
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Wen Ying asked tentatively:
"That's...... "What wine?"
Yi
