Feng Wuya didn't answer Chu Qianli's question, he just drank sullenly.
After finishing the drink in his cup, he asked Chu Qianli for another.
She controlled the jug of alcohol he had brought; to drink, he needed her permission.
However, although Chu Qianli didn't give him much, his alcohol tolerance was really poor, and soon, his eyes became blurry.
He didn't know how long had passed when he finally put down his cup and leaned against a stone pillar.
His tall figure, carrying an air of indolence rarely seen in a century, coupled with his stunningly beautiful face, made him look somewhat wildly enchanting.
It was rare to see this side of him.
The usual Prince Wuya was always quietly reserved and aloof.
Tonight was too different.
"I once," he pinched his palm, only to realize that the cup was no longer in his hands.
However, his head began to ache and spin; he couldn't drink anymore even if he wanted to.
