Qin Youbei felt her little face gradually burning up, her body turning limp, her heart thudding uncontrollably, inadvertently revealing signs of intoxication.
Gu Liang looked at her, swirling her wine glass, "This wine is too light."
She finished it in one gulp and picked up another type, pouring herself a glass and filling one for Qin Youbei as well.
At her limit, Qin Youbei waved her hands repeatedly, "No more, I can't drink anymore."
"Last one," Gu Liang paused, then added, "This one tastes really good."
Half in doubt, Qin Youbei took a sip and smacked her lips, "It does taste pretty good—what kind of wine is this?"
Gu Liang did not answer, but instead asked, "Was that your boyfriend today?"
"Haha, hahaha." Qin Youbei laughed hysterically as if she had heard the joke of the century, and only after she laughed until tears came out did she say, "That has to be the funniest joke I've ever heard. How could that be possible—he and I are more like sworn enemies."
