C559 Alcoholic Aphasia

There was wine to liven things up, Songling played the zither, and all the people were like pottery.

The charcoal brazier inside the house was burning hotter. Outside, the wind and snow were blowing harder, which made the room even hotter and more filled with the fragrance of flowers.

Ji Shaan pestered Qin Beihsing with her icy face. Whatever she asked