Fiona was very sensitive to the smell of wine, and immediately turned on the light in the living room.
On the middle sofa, Cen Jiang sat on it with his head slightly lowered, without seeing his face. The coffee table in front of him had seven or eight empty bottles of red wine in disorder.
Fiona walked up and looked at him from top to bottom, “Why do you drink so much wine?”
Hearing the sound, the man raised his head dullly.
Under the light, the man’s facial features became more three-dimensional and profound, an indescribable enchantment.
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