"Thank you." Mo Qishen reached out and took the cup. His slender fingertips accidentally grazed the back of Ni Yang's hand, feeling slightly cool.
In this instance, Mo Qishen suddenly thought of an exquisite ancient jade he had come across last summer while he was in F Country.
The sensation of touching this jade was similar.
The honey water was sweet with a faint hint of lemon. A single sip managed to soothe the burning sensation in his heart.
Taking advantage of the action of picking up food, Mo Qishen whispers into Ni Yang's ear, "Yangyang, I can hold my liquor very well! I'm not drunk at all, you don't have to worry."
At this very moment, Ni Yang turned her head, her fair cheeks brushing against his lips.
It was like a shock.
Such an unintentional move had successfully stunned the both of them.
The boasting noises coming from the table seemed to have become a vacuum.
