If you drink any more, even if you don't get drunk, you probably won't be able to do anything for a while.

"Um,"

Hongxian is not a little girl. She is a twenty-six-year-old widow. Although her husband died after only one year of marriage, she is familiar with everything.

Leave behind the mess of cups, plates, wine bottles,

Huaiyu got up and took her away. Hongxian lived in Fanlou. The two of them had red faces and were a little drunk.

close the door,

The two embraced each other, and Huaiyu kissed skillfully, and she responded enthusiastically,

Soon the two fell down and rolled together,

Lively and alive,

I imagine from afar that I can untie my saddle at the door and have a house full of dancing wives.

She is very considerate and gentle,

"Alang is drunk, come here."

The red thread was as gentle as water, seeming to wrap him up completely.

There is no description of the warm fragrance, tenderness and beauty of nephrite,

Huaiyu was completely intoxicated by the bursts of crying.
Chapter completed!