The walls of the cup are thin and cold, close to the lips, cold and silky, which makes people sober up.

"I don't understand what you're saying."

Ye Liang took away the wine glass, took the woman casually, put his lips on the woman's cheek, hooked his lips, looked the beauty in front of him up and down with his eyes, and said in a casual voice, "Uncle Ran, the woman here is really spicy." ”

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