C233 A pot of flower wine
After Xi Mengyao finished speaking, she raised her wine cup and took another gulp, as she looked at the stage happily.
Yu Han wanted to cover her face. She had never seen such a master.
Xi Mengyao did not care about all that.
The ditty on the stage was singing to the point where it could move a person's heart. The man below the stage had an expression of infatuation.
Xi Mengyao looked around