Yan Luoxi's cheeks were flushed red. As Fu Lun held her and took a few steps forward, she suddenly threw herself hard to the side. Fu Lun was startled and quickly wrapped his arm around her waist, but Yan Luoxi took the opportunity to ram hard into his chest.
It seemed like Fu Lun let out a muffled grunt. She opened her eyes and strained to see his white shirt with some sobriety, relieved that there was no blood—Fu Lun wasn't a venomous snake!
This realization sobered her up a bit. She covered her mouth, pushed Fu Lun away, and her face turned a shade paler. Then, she staggered toward the restroom.
She had overestimated her tolerance for alcohol, having thought that a few glasses of red wine wouldn't be enough to make her drunk; however, the aftereffects of the wine were more potent than she expected, making her feel like she was floating.
