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Li Fuzhen kissed Li Zhiyan very seriously.
At this moment, she felt as if the loneliness that had been repressed for many years had exploded.
Having drunk too much, she no longer knew what she was doing.
The two of them kissed passionately like fire.
Li Zhiyan felt an itch in his heart that was hard to scratch.
This was the goddess countless people in Han Country didn't even dare to dream of.
And so they continued kissing.
Li Zhiyan also clearly felt Li Fuzhen's figure.
Suddenly, Li Fuzhen seemed to blackout, without any response.
Feeling her body collapse, her breathing very even.
Li Zhiyan knew, Li Fuzhen was blackout from drinking.
"Han Country people are not just small, but weak chickens."
"Can't handle a few bottles of red wine..."
Li Zhiyan felt a bit helpless, then he gently picked up Li Fuzhen, placed her on the bed, and covered her with a blanket.
