Po Xu's small hand gracefully lifted, offering the wine to Song Yan. Yet, she seemed uneasy, for in her memory, wine was terribly unpleasant to taste. She recalled puncturing her father's wine jar secretly as a child. Thus, she stuck out her little tongue and licked the surface of the wine.
With that lick, her eyes widened, and she resolutely handed it forward, placing it before Song Yan.
Song Yan was both moved and amused at the sight.
Witnessing this, Ning Yunmiao's impression of little Yuzhuang improved slightly, thinking to herself: 'Though from an evil tree, her nature is not bad; she can certainly be taught.'
Song Yan did not hold back with Ning Yunmiao, he took a sip and handed back the cup, saying: "Senior sister, I'll leave Yuzhuang in your hands."
These days, the two shared a bed, hiding no secrets, and Ning Yunmiao naturally knew what he intended.
"Are you really planning to go to the Sea of Suffering?"
