"Oh, that's good." Song Zhuo pulled Su Jin and sat down. The group began to chat with each other.
What Su Jin had not expected was that the alcohol was indeed extremely strong. After half a pillar of incense, she felt her head begin to grow dizzy, and where her gaze was, it was as if several doppelgangers had appeared.
The soles of his feet were light as if he was stepping on cotton, and even his words became awkward.
In the end, she stood up and wanted to drink a cup of tea to wake her up. She couldn't help but stumble and fall towards the entrance of the courtyard.
Just when she thought that she was about to fall, her body was suddenly caught by a pair of powerful arms and caught in a slightly cold embrace.
She raised her eyes and saw a familiar white robe and a familiar mask.
Su J
