In a haze of consciousness, she remembered that blurry fragment of memory, the dance floor, where he kissed her.
As time went by, she became more and more uncertain whether it was a ludicrous figment of her imagination while drunk, or if it had really happened...
The numbness from the alcohol emboldened her, and she let loose, proactively clinking glasses with him. Once she was blackout drunk, there was no need to think about all those strange and absurd things anymore.
How could Zuo Xingyun possibly kiss her? She had been calling him Uncle for six years.
Before long, the bottles on the table were all empty.
Zuo Xingyun, smoking a cigarette, squinted his eyes and stared at her: "Want more?"
Seeing his lips move, Xiang Wan laughed, not yet passed out from drinking, not enough.
She waved over the waiter and ordered another dozen bottles of alcohol. It turned out that today was the first time she had properly 'drank to excess' with Zuo Xingyun.
