This call nearly sent her away.
Song Yan's heartbeat suddenly intensified, his face flushed with redness. The alcohol he exhaled enveloped her, making her feel somewhat drunk even though she hadn't touched a drop…
Yanyan...
Why did it sound so pleasant coming from his mouth?
Song Yan snapped back to reality and, with a somewhat disdainful expression, said, "Gu Chenxiao, just how much have you drunk?"
But how did he remember to tell someone to prepare her medicine even when he was this drunk?
It's terrifying...
Gu Chenxiao retorted, "Show some respect, shouldn't you be calling me 'uncle'?"
Hadn't she just called him 'uncle' in front of so many people?
Song Yan raised an eyebrow.
He still remembered it...
Thinking back on how she had called him earlier, he felt his bones go soft.
Due to the alcohol, his breathing grew heavier, his sights lowering to fixate on her eyes, his gaze hazy and mesmerizing.
