"Um..." Tianxin hesitated for a while, then her gaze turned to the beautiful bottle still standing on the coffee table. She blinked her eyes, contemplated for a moment, then hesitantly asked, "The juice you gave me last night...It wasn't alcohol, right??"
"Hmm ..." Chen Yiran's voice was muffled, as if he was trying hard to hold back his laughter.
"Hey, how could you do this? It was clearly alcohol, yet you told me it was juice. Don't you know that I can't hold my liquor??" Tianxin glared at him with her moist eyes, looking at him angrily.
"The drink I gave you was indeed like juice, with a very low alcohol content." Chen Yiran suppressed his laughter, looked at Tianxin and explained, "But the ones you voluntarily drank later...those bottles of wine weren't weak on alcohol content. Moreover, you mixed them. It would be a miracle if you didn't get drunk."
