C450 Block 7 11

"Seventh Master?" Jiang Yong had regained his senses, and at the same time, he could smell the faint scent of wine.

Drink?

Drunk.

A malicious smile appeared on Jiang Yong's face as he poked Han Cheye's face, "Seventh Master, do you need any service?"

"What service?"

Seventh Master was slightly drunk and too mesmerizing. His face was blushing red as he looked at his delicate body