Two tears fell as she sniffled, "Where exactly should I put you so you won't torment me like this?"
The last sigh conveyed helpless resignation.
One tear landed on Lan Mu's face.
The other landed on Lan Mu's lips, the salty taste seeping into his mouth. He licked his lips instinctively and accidentally grazed the injured corner of his mouth with his tongue.
His brow trembled slightly, and he quickly retracted his tongue.
The effects of the alcohol grew stronger, and his entire weight leaned onto Yan Zao, his eyelids heavy as gold, slowly sinking.
But his hands still held onto Yan Zao unwilling to let go, if she moved he would become alert and tighten his arms, refusing to loosen his grasp.
Yan Zao, with no other choice, bent down to sit, and lay down alongside Lan Mu.
