When the full moon passed over the eaves, Qin Baiyu shook the silver wine pot without a drop left, and sighed again, then lazily turned over and fell from the railing on the ninth floor...
"Qin Baiyu!" Someone flew out of the dark window on the seventh floor. Qin Baiyu's body was fully embraced and he landed firmly on the ground.
"You? You..." The night wind blew across his face, and the face of the person in front of him was blurred in the night, suddenly far away and now close. Qin Baiyu laughed dizzy, "Guan Tong..."
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