"General Wen, this is an order." Tang Ziyu looked slightly angry. "Then Wei Chen, you're welcome." Wen Ye lowered his head and kissed the back of Tang Ziyu's hand gently, his eyes filled with tenderness.
"General Wen, I dedicate this glass of wine to you." Tang Ziyu raised his glass with a fox-like sly smile on his face. Wen Ye said nothing, twirled the fingers holding the wine glass, raised his head and drank the spiked wine in one gulp. On this crazy night, what Tang Ziyu was thinking before he fainted was: He was wrong, he would never dare to drug General Wen again...