Mu Shaoai is a good-looking person, and his wine is even better.
When you're drunk, you won't make a fuss, you'll just fall asleep with an innocent look on your face.
Zhu Hen's drinking capacity is a little better than Mu Shaoai's, so he has more opportunities to observe this sleeping beauty's face——
With fair skin and rosy lips, Zhu Hen couldn't help but sigh, "She is indeed Miss Mu." And looking at his sleeping appearance, he looked exactly like a girl who wanted to refuse but still wanted to welcome her. Really, even after four hundred years, he was still disgusted by Zhu Hen.
But this Mu Shaoai who made Zhu Hen feel disgusted, who mocked him unceremoniously and teased him for drinking all his good wine, might be Zhu Hen's last good friend in his life.