"It's not that I'm considering it for you, but I still need to protect Nan Feng. What if she gets drunk and passes out? What would we do then?" Nangong Ye chuckled.
"No wonder, Nangong Ye is still the same Nangong Ye, always taking from friends but never giving," Long San put down his pen, picked up a cup of liquor, and took a swig before smacking his lips, "Too cold!"
"It is a bit cold, forget it, if you can't drink it, then don't force yourself."
"Aren't you being a bit insincere?"
"Didn't I have to take care of Nan Feng? No time to warm the wine. She's already gone to bed, or else I wouldn't be here," said Nangong Ye with a smile.
"Can you not mention Nan Feng in every other sentence? A perfectly fine lady, and you spoil her silly, sweet, and naïve."
"Silly, sweet, and naïve? What's that?" Nangong Ye raised an eyebrow.
