"Mother Meng, give me another drink!"
Hearing this, I couldn't help but twitch the corner of my mouth, "You've had a lot of drinks..."
"But she is still in my eyes!" There was sadness hidden in the man's eyebrows.
"Then..." I hesitated for a moment, then decided to speak: "... Do you still have money?"
"There is also an ingot of gold. Is it enough?"
I went crazy, "That's what you say when you drink a pot, serve a pot, or serve a bowl!" If he hadn't been good-looking, he would have been thrown out long ago.
"Mother Meng, you probably don't know how torturing the endless hell is, right? You probably don't know how cruel it is to forget someone, right? You probably have never really loved someone, right?"