Wu Ling this time really laughed from the chair straight down to under the table, laughing until her stomach hurt and tears came out.,My dearest, I spoke my heart to you in that jesting, playful tone.,After saying that, he stopped looking at Panzi's expression. He leaned back in his chair, a glass of liquor between his lips, and downed the nearly two ounces of 56-degree baijiu in one gulp.。