However, his wine strength was not as strong as a cup. His own wine strength was still clear. In the past, he had the title of not drunk a thousand cups on the grassland.
He sat up with his hands on the edge of the bed, as if he had touched something soft and smooth. Turning his head, he saw a familiar and disheveled long hair. He had thought that it was a little woman he had been longing for. When he saw the woman's delicate and delicate face, a bad premonition swept over him.
He couldn' t believe it. He rubbed his eyes, but he looked at the woman next to him again. She was still the same person, not the person he loved. She said that she was only working with him to stimulate another man, but the evolution of the matter seemed to have become something he couldn' t control.
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