As the lingering fragrance of the wine danced upon the tip of his tongue, Lu Ming's heart felt as sweet as the vintage itself, but the very next moment, the world began to spin dizzily around him.
"Yao'er, why do I feel a bit dizzy? This wine of yours..."
Clinging to the stone table, Lu Ming looked toward Lu Yao, only to find her expression rather cold.
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