After setting the glass down, Su Xiaoli's head spun, and she could barely stand.
She steadied herself with a hand on the table to avoid falling.
She shook her head vigorously, trying to clear it.
But it only made things worse.
She clutched the table tightly as her body went limp.
Something was wrong.
She was usually good at holding her liquor, so why did Wang Shanshan's drink make her so dizzy and unwell?
One hand clinging to the edge of the table, the other rubbing her head ceaselessly, the girl struggled to stay upright.
Qin Yihan was the first to notice Su Xiaoli's distress.
His brows furrowed, he grasped her arm firmly, his deep voice filled with concern, "What's wrong with you?"
The warmth and breath of Qin Yihan made Su Xiaoli feel even weaker in the knees.
Her arms no longer had the strength to hold her up.
She collapsed into Qin Yihan's arms like a rag doll.
"I... feel dizzy..."
She lay in his arms, her voice so frail and soft that it made one's heart tremble.
