Lost Tickets

"I'm fine. I just remembered something."

As soon as Gu Zhou's words fell, Qiao Nian's hand, which was holding the wine bottle, trembled slightly. She pretended to be calm and covered the bottle again. Holding the crystal glass, she walked to the sofa and sat down again.

She swirled the crystal glass gently and looked at the red wine in it. She took a tentative sip and froze.

This!

She drank the red wine from the crystal glass.

This texture was indeed different!

Qiao Nian brought the crystal cup to her lips and took another sip.

This taste was much better than those in ordinary wine glasses.

Qiao Nian swirled the crystal glass and said with a smile, "It tastes much better than those in ordinary glasses."

"Yes." Gu Zhou replied coldly. Before Qiao Nian could react, he turned off the lights.

Holding a glass of red wine, Qiao Nian looked in Gu Zhou's direction in confusion, frowning slightly.