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Han Zimo was holding a wine glass in his hand. He was drunk like mud, his body was crooked, and he was about to fall on Qin Wanxi's body. Fortunately, Qin Wanxi supported him and brought him to the pavilion.

"Don't follow me anymore! Can you calm me down!?" Han Zimo stood up with a red face. A pair of beautiful eyes half-closed. At this moment, she was in a terrible mood