C735 Yin witch six

Beitang Xing's hand that was holding onto the porcelain bowl slightly trembled. He did not immediately reply, but picked up the wine, drank it all in one gulp, and remained silent. Ling Tianfei did not rush him, nor did she give him any more pressure. Lowering his eyes, he gently took a sip of the blood red wine that was in the bowl. His temperament was completely different from Master Ling's