Ye Qingqiu smiled and pressed the bell to get the waiter to bring ten bottles of Louis XIII.
After sitting beside Yin Ruijue and drinking two glasses, Ye Qingqiu's face turned red.
She didn't know how to drink before and was almost drunk.
Although she was fine now, her alcohol tolerance…
Perhaps it wasn't alcohol tolerance at all.
At most, she could barely drink two glasses.
It was too easy for her to get drunk and her head hurt.
It was said that people who drank alcohol would not get drunk easily. She wondered if this was true.
However, every time she finished drinking, she felt as though she had reached her limit. Her head hurt terribly, but her thoughts seemed to become clearer.
While Yin Ruijue was playing with the others, she leaned against the sofa and chatted with Shen Fanxing.
She could talk about anything in the world.
Even though she was the one asking most of the time, Shen Fanxing replied calmly,
