"Alright, we're at your doorstep, and you've already finished the wine, so why don't you put down that empty wineskin?"
As he drew back the curtain, Luo En's gaze fell upon the empty wineskin that Astraea was hugging like a treasure, and he couldn't help but scold her with a darkened face. He snatched the empty wineskin from the drunkard's embrace and expertly tossed it into the bushes by the roadside, feeling quite relieved in his heart.
Although he was the God of Wine, he never had much of an affinity for excessive drinking.
"Wine! My wine!"
However, upon realizing the loss of her treasured possession, the drunken goddess immediately grabbed the culprit, searching all around.
In the end, those bleary, drunken eyes looked around and fixed on a certain object that was narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, an elongated shape. Her cerulean eyes sparkled, and she excitedly pounced on it.
"A big one, there's a big one here!"