Wang Xueya fell into silence.
Everyone was chatting and laughing, but she was quietly drinking alone. Before Qiao Dongyang and Zheng Xiyuan came over, she had already drunk quite a bit when the girls were frolicking together. She had a low tolerance for alcohol, and after being forcefully poured a few more drinks, her cheeks blossomed with two flushes of red, her red eyes hesitant as if wanting to speak yet stopping herself. She pondered Zheng Xiyuan thoughtfully.
"Zheng..."
The light from the spotlights shone on her, making her pretty face appear mysterious. Her laughter was light, her face full of collagen, youthful and tender. Her voice was low and soft, and it made Zheng Xiyuan's heart skip a beat.
"What's up?" he pretended to be calm.
Wang Xueya raised her glass, hiding half of her face behind the swaying liquor, her curved eye smiling as she blinked gently, "A toast to you."
