Quite Compatible With Your Pig Trotter

Even though Qiao Jiusheng had been married to Fang Yusheng for quite a while, this was the first time she had come to the top floor of the house.

On the top floor of the house was a glass room from where the moon could be seen in the night sky. The night of February was still a little cold, and a pot of weak charcoal fire lay on the rooftop. It was quite a romantic scene.

A table sat beside the charcoal fire. On the table were red wine, two wine glasses, and a small rectangular box. Beside the table were two lounge chairs. Fang Yusheng was mostly frugal, but sometimes, he was extravagant. Just take the two animal skins on the lounge chair, for example, they were not cheap.

Qiao Jiusheng picked the recliner on the left and lay down.

After she chose the seat, Fang Yusheng sat down on the chair beside her.

He poured two glasses of wine and handed one to Qiao Jiusheng.