Third brother is really quite handsome.
Perhaps because I like him, I always find him especially attractive now.
The breath he exhaled from his nostrils carried a strong scent of alcohol, but instead of repelling her, it was somewhat intoxicating.
She used a handkerchief to wipe his face for him, and as she was about to move her hand away, the man who had been as drunk as a dead pig suddenly opened his eyes and pulled her down.
She unintentionally fell on top of him, and he tossed the handkerchief from her hand onto the ground.
She said in surprise, "Third brother, weren't you dead drunk?"
His fair handsome face was slightly red with the effects of alcohol, his eyes bright, "Tonight is our wedding festivities, I've been longing for it day and night, almost to the point where I thought the stars and moon would fall down, how could I bear to be drunk?"
She looked at his eyes, though tipsy, very clear, and blinked, "Were you faking it?"
"Hmm," he admitted noncommittally.
