Sheng Yang's gaze was sharp and clear. Her cheeks weren't rosy, and normal people wouldn't be able to tell that she was drinking.
But… Yi Juncheng could feel it. When he held her shoulders, the fragrance of wine mixed with the scent of a young girl washed over him. It was a little like a fresh peach.
"I'm fine." Sheng Yang's voice was calm. "If you don't believe me, you can get me a paper."
"Can't you tell?" Yi Juncheng's arm circled around her gently, letting her hug him as close as possible. He looked straight at her.
"Tell what?"
Yi Juncheng smiled faintly. "It doesn't matter if you're drunk or not. I just want to find a chance to hug you."
"!!!" Was it really good to be so direct?
Sheng Yang avoided his gaze, but she wasn't against such intimate contact. She just wasn't used to it.
His chest was firm and reliable, while his arms were warm.
