He looked at her closely, afraid of missing the slightest change in her expression and said softly, "Lian Qiao, that's enough, you're drunk!"
"NONONO, I'm not drunk…" Her eyes slightly squinted, the woman who was calm just moments ago suddenly became excited, giving him a sloppy military salute while standing wobbly with a bitter smile, "It's fine, I'm not drunk!"
She spoke with conviction, yet almost fell over from the weakness in her legs as she sat down.
"Alright, say what you want to say," he said in a low voice, rushing forward to grasp her hand.
Indeed, Lian Qiao was drunk.
So, when Xing Liehuo picked her up, she threw her arms around his neck and wouldn't let go, mumbling softly under her breath, unintelligibly.
A woman with a bad tolerance for alcohol, when faced with a tad more agitation, was really something else.
