Luo Qingxian's expression was calm, her demeanor cool and detached, with a faint, elusive smile hovering at the corners of her eyes.
Ye Wushuang's mouth curved upward in a warm, radiant smile, one hand behind his back, fingers rubbing together unconsciously.
One of them had spiked the hundred-fruit wine, while the other had spiked the ten-thousand-year calming marrow.
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