Lying in bed, Liu Sitong's eyes were blurred, and she murmured softly in response, but the vagueness in her voice clearly indicated she had indeed had too much to drink.
On the other hand, Zhang Xiaorui became increasingly sober. Her tolerance for alcohol was much better than Liu Sitong's to begin with, and as time passed, her spirits had significantly improved.
Zhao Chi didn't go straight to take a shower but thoughtfully prepared a cup of sugar water for each of them and fed them.
Zhang Xiaorui looked at Zhao Chi with a seductive air. Driven by alcohol, her desire to get back at her husband grew stronger. As their eyes met, her unconcealed charming gaze firmly fixed on Zhao Chi, and the springtime emotions within seemed to resonate throughout the room.
As Zhao Chi was feeding Zhang Xiaorui water, her delicate hand stealthily grasped Zhao Chi's large one, and she even pinched it.
