"Ray, have a taste. This is a wine specially collected for Cristiano by the local winery. You can't usually get to drink it!"

Moutinho, acting as the bartender, poured Lei Ming a glass. After taking a sip, he could tell that the wine was indeed unique and quite delicious.

"Hehe, it's alright. I'll have someone send you some later. Just let me know if you need more. You danced really well just now, very infectious!" Cristiano Ronaldo smiled and clinked his wine glass with Lei Ming's.

"I'm sorry for making a fool of myself, but the atmosphere here is so good that I couldn't resist."

He had indeed practiced popping for a while before, but it was only superficial. He didn't expect that after transmigrating here, this skill seemed to be activated, and he could perform every move perfectly.

"Haha, it's okay, as long as everyone has fun together, don't hold back here, just play around."

Cristiano Ronaldo gave Lei Ming a knowing look, and the two exchanged a knowing laugh.

During this time, everyone just chatted about interesting trivial things in life and didn't talk about anything related to football.

Revelry, parties, women, sea breeze, drinks, and intoxicating moans—Lei Ming didn't know how he spent this pleasant afternoon, but he did remember the names of two beautiful women.

Their alluring and voluptuous figures were still vivid in his mind's eye, causing Lei Ming, who was traveling to Monaco with Moutinho, to smile as he looked out the window.

"What are you laughing at, kid? Doesn't your back hurt? Young people should take it easy and be more moderate. You were too crazy yesterday."

"Hehe, definitely, definitely, this is a wonderful accident."

Moutinho's envious gaze revealed another side of the young man.