Lu Heng raised his bowl and took a sip. The sharp, burning taste of the local spirits bloomed on the tip of his tongue. His eyes darkened slightly as he cast a glance at the girl beside him.
This liquor was just like her when she was being flirtatious—it made his heart and chest burn with heat.
Perhaps due to some stray thought, Lu Heng began to down drink after drink. By the time Qiao Qingqing noticed, he had already finished two or three bowls.
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