She breathed shallowly, her eyelashes quivering ever so slightly.
Having drunk a little alcohol, he was already somewhat warm.
Watching her like this, every cell in his body heated up, the light in his dark pupils growing more and more intense.
He was drunk!
Not the wine intoxicating the man, but the man intoxicated by himself?!
The man chuckled softly but didn't hold back his movements. Instead, her kitten-like voice tickled his heart, making it tighten.
Zhan Se had only been half-awake just now, but now he had been completely roused by him. She hummed twice, her little hands blindly resting on his shoulders, her brows furrowing in displeasure at having been woken up, and she asked groggily.
"Why did you drink?"
"Mm," Emperor Quan captured her hand and lifted it away, his forehead against hers, his voice low and gentle, "I had a bit, Little Yao, and I'm all mixed up.
Putting the blame on someone else again!
