After three cups of wine, both of them had turned red. Qin Muchuan's eyes were filled with bloodshot veins while Lin Xiangwan's gaze became a bit lazy.
"Honey, you said you were playing Mahjong tonight?" Lin Xiangwan forced herself to eat something to contain her discomfort in the stomach, and also to soothe her own eyes. She really felt like crying at the moment.
He could really intoxicate her, is he afraid that she's too sober?
Doesn't he understand that sometimes the more drunk you are, the soberer you become?
Now she was upset about just one thing.
"Hmm..." he responded casually.
"Where is the money you won then, why haven't you surrendered it!" Lin Xiangwan's palm was facing up, making a gesture of asking for money.
"I lost!" Qin Muchuan declared directly.
"Lost? How much did you lose?" Lin Xiangwan asked sharply.
