Love Wine was the signature product of a certain special clan.
It was personally brewed by the women of that clan. Drinking it meant the two parties had entered a marriage pact, bound together for life by fate.
Under normal circumstances, Love Wine could only be obtained by asking for it.
For it to be offered willingly was undoubtedly an unprecedented rarity, something that had never happened in that clan's history.
As for the people of that clan!
On the way down the mountain, Li Su's gaze was vacant, his expression indescribably complicated.
Honestly, he had suspected that the wine he drank carried an extraordinary meaning.
But after hearing his original body's aunt spend nearly the time it took an incense stick to explain it to him, ten thousand grass-mud horses truly stampeded across the top of his head.
Was that woman insane?
After hearing his original body's aunt, Li Su could only reach that one conclusion.
Having heard the explanation, never mind the actual effects of Love Wine—its meaning alone was enough for him to feel a pressure heavier than mountains.
If someone had asked for the wine, that would have been one thing.
But giving it away?
What had she been thinking? No, how had she even dared?
After all, according to his original body's aunt, the clan Xue Xue's mother came from was terrifying. Though they did not belong to any third party, their influence was even greater than that of the Xue Family.
At that thought, Li Su nearly rushed into the clouds and grabbed that woman Xue Xue by the neck to ask what the hell she meant.
That was right, Madam Xue had not left.
Not only had she stayed, but so had her daughter, along with Zhao Yan, the Saintess of the Seed