"If it's such an exclusive recipe, and they all like you so much, why do they only have one glass?" Zhou Fan asked with a smile, picking up his drink.
"Because no one can stay conscious after just one." A bewitching smile graced He Muzi's lips. Propping her delicate chin on her hand, she leaned forward over the bar until she was less than ten centimeters from Zhou Fan, her gorgeous eyes shimmering.
Even though Zhou Fan was always surrounded by beauties, at this moment, for some reason, his heart skipped a beat. He raised the glass between them, and looking at He Muzi through the blue and scarlet liquid, he found her even more uniquely alluring. "What's this drink called?"
"Drunken Life, Dreamy Death," He Muzi whispered, her crimson lips parting slightly.
Zhou Fan was slightly taken aback. 'This drink is called Drunken Life, Dreamy Death too?'
