Jiang Yanshen quickly grabbed her slender waist and pulled her into his arms. His voice was tense. "Don't move."
Lin Qingqian instinctively hugged his waist with both hands. Her eyelids were half-closed as she muttered to herself, "So strange. Is it an earthquake? I feel like the entire world is shaking. I'm so dizzy."
Jiang Yanshen tightened his grip on her waist involuntarily and said in a low voice, "It's not an earthquake. You're drunk."
"Ah?" Lin Qingqian looked up at him with narrowed eyes and smiled. "Am I drunk? How is that possible? I'm the God of Wine of Yushan. How can I be drunk!"
She raised her chin proudly.
"Yushan… God of Wine?" Jiang Yanshen couldn't help but smile. "Why didn't I hear you mention it before?"
He did not even know that she was good at drinking.
