Supporting Chi Cheng's weight on her back, Liwen leisurely escorted the younger male out of the training hall. She smiled fondly, shaking her head knowingly at Chi Cheng whose head rested on her shoulder.
In all her years present during his upbringing, she never imagined Chi Cheng would be completely drunk out of his mind. It amused her that the intoxicating effects of wine developed a cheeky boldness in the younger male, so daunting that he claimed position over the Grandmaster's lap as if he owned it.
However, Liwen knew perfectly well that Chi Cheng was excellently versed in the arts of deception. After all, she was the one who groomed his skills into perfection since childhood.
"Cheng'er," Liwen said, half-turning her head to look at Chi Cheng while she descended the steps outside the training hall. "I know you're not asleep, neither are you drunk."
