The bar is beautifully lit.

Qi Zhaowei leaned lazily on the high-level booth, and looked at Wen Queyu with a faint gaze and poured two glasses of slightly drunk wine alone.

And Xu Moci, Chang Yue, Gao Ge, and the rest of them ran to the dance floor to jump.

He freed his hand, hooked her waist, held down her glass, and didn't give her any more drink, "Talk to me." ”

"What are you talking about?" Wen Queyu sat between his legs, and his cheeks were slightly red after drinking, adding a bit of goodness

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