Qiao Mu twitched her mouth and tossed him the last jug of wine. She uttered crisply, "Scram!"
Feng Chen caught his peach blossom wine with a chortle, and quickly darted to the side.
Crown Prince Mo sized up Feng Chen with a darkened expression.
This d*mn Feng Chen had long seen through Qiaoqiao's tendency to get soft hearted.
What should he do when his wife was just too popular?
Dao Wuji had long pulled the plug from the wine jug. His eyes brightened after taking a swig.
"Little Sister-in-Law, you actually hid away such good wine for so long!" You should have long taken it out to share! Dao Wuji pounded his chest in agony.
So strange. How come his whole body felt warm after this wine entered his stomach? A meager sacred energy was slowly circulating through his body?
Feng Chen looked smugly at Dao Wuji. "What's up? Do you feel it?"
