About ten minutes later, Cheng Qian came to the coffee table next to the sofa with a plate of freshly cooked dumplings in one hand. Under the light, it had to be said that even though it was just a bag of frozen dumplings, each dumpling looked crystal clear and made people drool, probably because they were really hungry.
"How is it? It didn't look bad. Come, have some red wine. It'll be more interesting this way. " As he spoke, Cheng Qian ran to the table and took a wine glass. He happily poured si linna a glass, not forgetting to add a little more to his own glass.
"Um ... I'll just eat the dumplings. You should drink the red wine yourself." Si linna looked at Cheng Qian running back and forth busily. She didn't dare to look at him with her watery eyes, for fear that she would be soft-hearted and fall into his trap again.
