C272 You must Spoil Him to the Heavens

The night was dark, and there were only scattered stars in the sky. The cold wind swept across the trees, making a rustling sound, and also beating on the temporarily set up tent.

Inside, Lyi Ziqing had brought a beautiful bed from somewhere. He lazily held the grapes that had been offered to him by the Western Regions, lying there without any image and eating happily.

"Sigh, nowadays