They scooped out the fermented wine from the wine jar and clinked bowls together.
The wine that spilled out of the bowl landed on the table and was covered by the light of the oil lamp.
The sound of dice colliding and music intertwined. The bead curtain swayed with the cold air, and the refracted light landed on everyone's smiles.
The smell of alcohol became stronger and stronger. Pei Yilan, who was drunk, leaned against Jiang Ye. "Jiang Ye, stop swaying!"
Jiang Ye, who did not move at all, was confused.
"I'm going to ignore you if you keep swaying." She grabbed his ear fiercely. "Answer me."
"Answer you what?"
"I asked you if you wanted to kiss me."
"I do." Jiang Ye leaned over and touched her lips.
He fed Pei Yilan two sips of water and patted her back gently. "Are you sleepy? Let's go upstairs and rest."
"I'm not sleepy," she muttered. In just a few breaths, she closed her eyes in his arms.
