"Another toast, hoping I can find a good man!"
Suxin said, before clinking her glass against Chen Ziqian's.
"Wow, are you that desperate?"
"You think I'm like you? Which woman doesn't want to marry a good man? Besides... I'm getting old... If I don't find someone soon, no one will want me..." Suxin said, taking another big gulp.
"Well... you are a bit old... and average-looking... If only your temper were gentler... I think there's still hope..." Chen Ziqian scrutinized Suxin, seemingly making a reasonable point.
"Jerk! You're cursing me!" Suxin glared at him, unable to hold back her curses.
Because they had been drinking, Chen Ziqian didn't drive home; it wasn't far, so they just walked.
Chen Ziqian was completely fine, but Suxin was staggering a bit, swaying from side to side.
"You think... we... should buy some booze... and keep drinking at home?" Suxin's voice was also unsteady.
"Forget it, lest you throw up all over me again..."
