"Cousin, you're drunk."
Lin Qianqing steadied Jin Xiaoran, who was swaying on his feet, and helped him sit down on the couch by the bed.
Jin Xiaoran belched a drunken hiccup, chuckled, and said, "Yes... a bit much, but it won't interfere with our wedding night."
The men of the Jin Family were not lacking in looks, and Jin Xiaoran, who had just reached the age of twenty last year, was especially handsome. Lin Qianqing had seen him many times since they were children and had affectionately called him 'cousin,' but she had never fancied him as a man.
Facing the impending wedding night, she was at a loss.
Jin Xiaoran's face loomed before her eyes, and she turned her head away.
In that glance, her gaze happened to sweep over to a brocade box on the table. She suddenly said, "Right, that's a congratulatory gift from my cousin. I haven't had the chance to look at it yet. Cousin, you sit here for a moment; I'm going to see what she sent me."
