鸭脖丝瓜榴莲榴莲向日葵

Ye Qiu lay in the bathhouse, staring at the two still bright red wounds on his chest and arms. He was stunned for a while, and suddenly snatched the wine bottle from Zhu Fangzheng's hand. Regardless of whether the wound would tear again, he took a sip and said proudly, "It's really good wine." Then he handed the wine bottle to Luosang....