"No no no, sister-in-law, you are as beautiful as the moon hiding behind the clouds and flowers ashamed to bloom, a fairy descending to the mortal world. Please don't torture me anymore, just tell me what's going on."
Leon Rivers wants to hide as far away as possible right now.
Harold Chapman is trying hard to hold back his laughter.
Melody Thorne's face gradually doesn't look good, and the clear flowing look in her eyes is turning cold. "You still think I'm particularly scary, otherwise why didn't you drink the wine I brought?"
Leon Rivers "... Sister-in-law, is there something in your wine? If you want my life, there's no need to come personally, I can come by myself."
Melody Thorne's expression turned completely cold. "Will you drink or not?"
Leon Rivers "... I'll drink, drink, drink, okay?"
