C92 Wine Mixing

"It's not a lie, I'm just a bit nervous." Duan Lingfei explained.

But Su Xiaoqiao obviously didn't want to hear his explanation. Holding the chopsticks in one hand and the milk pigeon in the other, Su Xiaoqiao reached under the table and pinched the soft flesh on Duan Lingfei's waist and twisted it.

"Aooo …" Duan Lingfei could not help but shout out.

"What are you shouting for