You Want To Kill Me?!

Wei Zhijuan dropped onto the sofa on the side. She groaned uncomfortably and raised her hand to cover her throat. She had really gotten out of control earlier. Who had asked Xian Yijun to be a man? Now that he was standing in front of her, she couldn't help but think of it.

She swallowed and knew that Xian Yijun was too lazy to bother with her. She didn't want to bother him anymore and just waved her hand. "Y-you can go." 

As she said that, she suddenly saw a glass of white wine on the table. She touched the glass and felt how comfortable it was. She took the glass and gulped down the wine. The dryness in her mouth had eased a lot.

Wei Zhijuan suddenly wanted to drink a few more glasses of this high-quality wine. After drinking one glass, she reached for another glass, but just as her hand touched the glass, the table was kicked over by someone.