After boarding the carriage, Yan Qing broke free from Ling Hua's hand.
Ling Hua turned to look at him.
The drunken haze in Yan Qing's eyes had vanished, and he pointed at her, "You sit on the side."
Ling Hua: "..."
She looked at Yan Qing, "You're not drunk?"
Was he pretending to be drunk just now?
Yan Qing snorted, "Do you think I get drunk that easily? My fourth uncle still needs to practice his drinking."
Ling Hua: "..."
So, he really was pretending to be drunk.
She felt a bit disappointed, thinking her fourth brother's alcohol tolerance was almost the same as his, yet it turned out that Yan Qing could hold his liquor better than her brother.
She looked at Yan Qing, "Then why were you pretending to be drunk just now?"
And obediently letting me hold your hand.
Yan Qing lazily closed his eyes, providing a reason, "Didn't you say we should show affection in public?"
Ling Hua: "..."
Oh, right.
