Indra's eyes fell on the wine glass, and the daughter's fragrance was amber, with a faint fragrance, like orchids and musk, and it did have a daughter's fragrance.
He lifted it up and leaned towards his lips.
Princess Mengyue stared at him with her wonderful eyes, hoping that he would drink the wine quickly.
This daughter's fragrance is actually a kind of nasty wine. After drinking it, the woman's body will become fragrant and soft, her skin will be dizzy and red, and she will be more attractive.
But when a man drinks it, it is a real aphrodisiac.
Of course, this aphrodisiac is mild and can be cured, but it is not harmful to the body.
Princess Mengyue often drinks this kind of wine with her lover to increase the private interest in the boudoir...
If Di Shiyin drank this glass of wine and waited for the alcohol to come out, she would not believe that he could be so indifferent to a great beauty like her!
Her skills are great. As long as she put him on the bed, she will let him eat the truth and know the taste. **********, she can no longer live without her and become a member of her lover's army...
Well, she will spoil him, even if she will dismiss her harem for him in the future...
Seeing that Indra had put the wine to his lips, he suddenly stopped, stretched his legs, and yawned lazily: "The legs are a little sore, let your maid hammer my legs."
At this time, Luo Qingyu was the only maid in the room. She was trying to watch the fun and be an invisible person. She was not careful that he would burn the war to her again, and she couldn't help but froze.
Princess Mengyue's eyes turned and she snuggled up to him: "She is clumsy, why not let this princess beat her legs for Brother Miaoren?"
At this moment, she had already drunk the "daughter fragrance" wine, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were rippling, and her body was faint, and her whole body almost snuggled into Di Shiyin's arms...
A small hand gently pounded the leg of Indra and gradually walked upwards...
Indra's body moved slightly, as if he wanted to do something, but finally didn't do it again.
He held a wine glass in his right hand, knocked on the table with his left hand, and smiled at the corner of his lips. He did not avoid Princess Mengyue's actions, as if he wanted to let her eat his tender tofu...
Luo Qingyu was originally watching this scene with the intention of watching the excitement. Now a good scene really happened in front of her, and she felt a little dazzling for no reason!
The fingers clenched slightly in the sleeve!
He, he wouldn't be really moved by this princess, right?
Why do you look so enjoyable?
Could it be that he really wants to have a wedding room with this pocket princess?!
He, does he have that function now?
She pursed her lips, and although she felt a little inexplicably angry, her face remained silent.
She wants to see how he continues to sing this drama?!
"Bang!" The sound of the ground was crisp and loud, breaking the ambiguous tranquility of the room, scaring Princess Mengyue, her whole body stiffened, and she looked up at the great master: "You..."
Luo Qingyu was also startled by the sudden movement. When he looked at it, it turned out that the wine glass in Di Shiyin's hand fell to the ground and fell to pieces.
Indra flexed his sleeves, and the clouds were calm and gentle: "The hand slid."