C105 Interfering with It

He pushed himself up with his right arm, leaned gently against the wall, and slowly raised the glass to his lips.

Although he was extremely hungry, the moment the wine entered his mouth, Yu Moxiang almost spat it out.

'Damn it! What the hell is this? '

There was a rancid and bitter smell, as if it was squeezed out of some kind of weed juice.

However, he frowned and swallowed it down