C272 Even a Man Can't Handle It

There was a click. The goblet in Mu Zhenan's hand fell onto the table.

The scarlet wine splashed all over his body.

However, he did not care. His gaze was still on Gu Anran. He could not move his gaze away for a long time.

This should be the first time he had seen Gu Anran dressed the least.

Her perfect but conservative body had probably never been exposed like this in public