What made her even more dumbfounded was that in the early morning of the next day, the man came to her room with a tired look on his face, handed the dew into her hand, and said awkwardly: "I heard that dew makes tea sweeter. Yesterday, I heard that dew makes tea sweeter.

I sent servants to pick it up in the evening..." After saying that, he excused himself and ran away...

If Bai Zhiyan had been more shameless and stayed for a while longer, she might have been able to see Mo Qingcheng's eyes that had never been ignorant since he could remember...

Even when Chu Ge turned to leave, Mo Qingcheng was not willing to let himself dry out the moisture...

But at that moment, Mo Qingcheng felt a lump in her throat. Speaking of which, the person who hit her was such an enemy. Not to mention that she was left alone, but now it almost turned into a tear gas. Unfortunately, she couldn't help it.

Blame him as heartlessly as before...

Tears, in Mo Qingcheng's world, can be said to be synonymous with cowardice... Therefore, as long as they never flow into crystal clear shapes, Mo Qingcheng can still say with all her might that there is nothing in this world that can make her cry...

Mo Qingcheng kept telling herself that even if everyone in the world died, she would not shed a single tear. It was not because she was ruthless, but because she had no worries...

So, in this beautiful place where everyone is decorated with lights and colorful lights, our Miss Mo suddenly felt bored because of those sudden feelings...

So, under the bright moon and sparse stars, Mo Qingcheng pulled the colorful clothes that Bai Zhiyan had given her in the pavilion with a good atmosphere, and said with a playful smile.

"Shang Shang, you don't want me to call you that, do you?" Bingshan woman seemed to be extremely afraid of Mo Qingcheng's disgust... She only took two steps back slightly, with a defensive look on her face.

"What are you doing?"

Mo Qingcheng grinned, looked at the beauty in front of him, and said hehe

"If you help me drink two jars of wine, I won't be tired of you..."

The begonia-colored figure seemed to hesitate for a moment. After a moment, he finally turned around and left. When he came back, he already had two jars of wine in his hands...

Mo Qingcheng had a dog's nose, and after a few sniffs, he could tell that the wine seemed to be old... So he smiled gratefully at the iceberg beauty, hugged the wine jar, and started drinking to the moon...

Bingshan Beauty was originally thinking that it would be better if this guy was drunk and calmed down for a while, so as to save him from the torment... But Bingshan Beauty's only mistake was that she underestimated Mo Qingcheng's alcohol capacity, and even more underestimated Mo Qingcheng's wine...
Chapter completed!