C1197 Competitive Strength

"Bass." Her mouth was stained with soup. He didn't hate her, so he carefully rubbed her lips with his hand. "The corner of your mouth is stained with soup. Be careful, don't get stained by clothes."

"Pah!"

Just as he finished speaking, a cup of wine fell to the floor. Lan Yunwen retracted her hand and looked towards the cup. She met Bai Chusheng's eyes that were full of murderous intent