“Good. Good… I will drink this.” Fang Youqi smiles lasciviously to take the glass over. He touches Zhou Wenping’s hand by the way.

He drinks up the wine and puts the glass upside down to tease, “Will Pingping also drink a glass of it? Let me pour some for you.”

Then, Fang Youqi waves his hand, and a young soldier brings him the wine at once.

Fang Youqi trembles his hand to pour a glass of wine. Some wine spills out to the table. Fang Youqi ...