Tianxin stared at the beautiful bottles, then turned her head towards Chen Yiran, and asked, "Brother Yiran, did you bring all these from Chongqing?"
"Hmm…" Chen Yiran nodded, a hint of worry in his eyes as he looked at Tianxin. "I came across these in a store while I was in Chongqing. I thought they were pretty, so I brought them back for you to see… but these…"
Before he could finish, Tianxin had already opened all the bottles, poured a bit from each into her glass, took a taste, took a sniff, gleefully indulging herself.
A look of despair crossed Chen Yiran's face.
It suddenly felt like anything he would say now was pointless.
"Tianxin, don't drink recklessly, these are all liquor, their alcohol content is much higher than the one I gave you earlier." Chen Yiran slightly furrowed his brow, put down the glass he was holding on the bedside table, then got off the bed, stood next to Tianxin, and stopped her from reaching out for the next bottle.
