Why Does My Face Feel a Bit Sore?

The Great Elder rolled his eyes. Was that even possible? It was absolutely impossible. Even if he couldn't smell it, how could he not taste it? Was his reputation as a wine connoisseur just a fabrication? "

If I can't taste it, then whatever you say it is, I'll believe you!" He stared fixedly at the jar of wine, and tears welled up in his eyes, trickling down from the corners of his mouth.

Gu Shiyan's heart blossomed with joy, but she pretended not to believe him. "You have nothing to offer me. If you drink my wine for free and then leave, who can I reason with?"

"Little girl, rest assured! I am not a person who goes back on his word. Don't look down on me. I have plenty of things I can give you." The Great Elder couldn't hold back any longer. He snatched the jar of wine from Gu Shiyan's hand and unscrewed the lid, pouring it into his mouth. He took a sip.