"Rongping?" Yang Li was wrapped in a yukata, and his undried hair hung messily over his shoulders. She picked up the red wine bottle in her left hand, skillfully poured wine into the huge decanter bottle, and wore headphones while listening to the report on the other end of the phone.

A brownish-red arc struck the glass wall, shattering into a crimson mist, and after a few jumps, it finally merged into a piece of agile amber.

Then there is a rich fragrance overflowing, like a long-dormant fragrance instantly awakened, and the alluring mellow fragrance was out of control.

"Oh, painting people in the square? Ha-" Yang Li laughed dryly, turned around and walked to the glass closet on the other side of the room, and opened the glass sliding door. Slender fingers glide all the way through the colored glasses, and finally stop at a pair of round-bellied high feet

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