C738 You Drank All the Vinegar

No matter what kind of thoughts Yeming had in mind to pester her, they shouldn't be so ambiguous and tangled together like this.

She was straightforward.

Yeming walked to the liquor cabinet as if it was natural, poured himself a glass of wine and sat down in front of the sofa.

Only someone like Yeming would do such an impolite thing as taking it for granted