The sense she conveyed between the lines of her words, was undeniable—he could guess that she must have been affected by Lan Xiu.
"No..."
Murong Wei cornered her lips into a smirk, revealing a meaningful smile. Her eyes glazed from the alcohol; she stared at Bei Yunhuan unblinkingly.
His profound features were like a divine sculpture, his facial lines arrogant, fitting exactly with his aura.
Regardless from which angle he was observed, his perfection was undoubtedly beyond criticism.
"Are you looking at something?" Bei Yunhuan softly knitted his brows, thinking she must be acting this way due to too much alcohol.
Just at this moment, the housekeeper had brought the sobering tea.
Bei Yunhuan handed it to Murong Wei, who took it and downed it all in one breath, her gaze never leaving him.
Until the housekeeper tactfully left, she continued to gaze at him.
Suddenly, her words came out with a calm tone, "Huan, let's get married if you like."
