Chunyu Yan chuckled softly, "What if I'm crazy? It's better if I am crazy."
Feng Yun quietly took a sip of wine, which was surprisingly tasty.
"When the Princely Heir sobers up, he'll be so mad at himself."
"I'm not drunk..." Chunyu Yan continued to gaze at her, his voice soft as pleasing sugar, gentle and magnetic, "I just want you to come see me more often, to tease and bully me... a bit harder, it's okay."
Feng Yun almost burst into laughter because of his words.
She put down her cup and turned her head, then stretched out her hand and pinched Chunyu Yan's arm hard.
"Like this? Huh? Are you a masochist?"
Chunyu Yan hissed, suddenly catching Feng Yun's hand as she tried to pull it back, his voice tempting despite his drunken state, "Only you can."
Feng Yun felt that this guy's brain was muddled by drink.
His words were disjointed from one sentence to the next, and she had no idea what he was trying to convey.
