C254 He Pinched Her Little Face

She drank, and he was responsible for pouring the wine.

However, the water that he poured for her was not wine at all. Furthermore, it was warm water. A drunk woman could not even distinguish between wine and water.

Staring at her red little face, his gaze was soft. "The line of words on the bookmark of Jane Eyre was written by you, right?"

"Mmm …" She nodded drunkenly. Looking at him