Jian Xiaoshu's face carried a hint of youthful inexperience, looking quite awkward under the moonlight.

He hurriedly declined, "I don't drink, Brother Xu, please go ahead yourself, my apologies."

Xu Qingzhou smiled and said, "Wine is the elixir of forgetfulness, it can dissolve a thousand sorrows and dispel three thousand troubles. When paired with love, the taste is exquisite."

"This jug of wine is quite extraordinary. Brother Jian, are you really not going to drink?"