C190 The sky of roses

Yu Haiwei's gaze grew brighter and brighter. Xuanyuan Yu's face was a little hot from his undisguised gaze. She turned her face away from him. He picked up the wine cup in front of him and played with it for a while. Although this wine cup was not particularly precious, it was still very distinctive regardless of its color or texture. He sniffed it and took a deep breath