C886 Mucocutaneous Sugar

Yan Molin looked at Gu Zifei in shock. After hesitating for a moment, he reluctantly put down the bottle of wine in his hand.

He whispered, "Alright."

That slow and unhurried tone seemed to carry quite a bit of unwillingness and grievance.

Gu Zifei was struck dumb, as if she had been struck by lightning.

She looked at Yan Molin in shock and was completely unable to react. The male god