Bei Yunhuan was taken aback by her action, and those once clear eyes of Yuanya looking toward him were now clearly somewhat muddled, a sure sign she was no longer sober.
Yuanya blinked, shifting her gaze to Bei Yunhuan.
Struggling to distinguish his features, she moved closer, hoping to get a clearer view.
Unfortunately, the closer she got, the blurrier he became, and she muttered, "Strange. Why can't I see clearly?"
Her voice was naturally pleasing to the ear and now when she was drunk, it became much softer, exuding a sense of intimacy.
Bei Yunhuan, upon hearing this, couldn't help but swallow hard.
Lan Xiu from the side, hearing this, couldn't help but fix his gaze on her.
Despite the increasing muddle in her head, she managed to recall the person sitting beside her was Bei Yunhuan.
"Mr. Yunhuan...you're Bei Yunhuan, right?"
"Yes, I'm Bei Yunhuan."
His eyes became deep, and he looped his hand around her slender waist, speaking with a gentle yet deep voice.
