The ball went on as usual. Qiao Jing and Qiao Yue sat in a corner drinking. Occasionally, some women would notice them and try to chat them up, but they were all turned away.
Qiao Yue's eyes were locked on Trand, while Qiao Jing was staring at Qiao Yue.
Qiao Yue suddenly regretted telling Qiao Jing about Trand. Although she could escape from Qiao Jing, she felt uncomfortable under his stare.
Turning her head, Qiao Yue said helplessly, "Second brother, if you keep looking at me like that, I will think that you've fallen in love with me."
Qiao Jing didn't seem to hear what Qiao Yue said, his eyes still fixed on her face.
"Second brother?" Qiao Yue called out again.
"Yes..." Qiao Jing's reply was slow, and his eyes gradually moved from Qiao Yue's face to her lips.
Seeing Qiao Jing's unusual behavior, Qiao Yue suddenly had an idea.
"Second brother, are you drunk?"
"No, I'm not."
