The wind exerted itself like an uprooted mountain.
The rain poured down as if a river had broken its banks.
The next day, a May thunderstorm poured down.
Much like the restless night.
Jiang Dali, wearing an open-chested robe, sweated profusely, much like a large black bear, searching around in the wine storage room.
Finally, he selected a top-quality Floral Carving wine.
He opened the sealing.
Pouring a large bowl full of clear, bubbly wine, he first gulped down more than half, then looked toward the two women muttering at the door, gesturing with the wine jar.
Murong Qingqing cast a suspicious yet rejecting glance.
Wang Yuyan, on the other hand, blushed deeply, waving her hand repeatedly. Her smooth forehead was glistening with delicate beads of sweat due to the sultry May rainstorm, with even her exquisite nose sweating from nervousness.
