C1455 The brain hole of shen xin

On the other hand, Qin Ao had really brewed the fruit wine that he was talking about. When Qin Ao made Shen Xin mysteriously close his eyes, Shen Xin had already guessed something in his heart, but on the surface, he still acted like a fool.

"Yes, Miss Shmoe, have a drink." Qin Ao opened the jar like he was offering treasures and poured Shen Xin a cup of fruit wine