C90 Marry Her Home

Nian Qingqing didn't care much about whether Qin Yanting's stomach could handle it. She thought she knew him well enough. Qin Yanting did enjoy drinking, but not as excessively as Nian Qingqing made it out to be. Still, he had a couple more drinks than usual.

The guitarist was playing and singing some popular tunes, capturing the subtle melancholy of modern youth. Nian Qingqing listened, watched