"Shen Mosheng, do you think my brother actually likes Xiaoxi but just hasn't realized it yet? Otherwise, why would he only kiss Xiaoxi and not anyone else when he's drunk?"
Han Yingying's face flushed with excitement as she looked over at Shen Mosheng.
However, as soon as she turned her head, she saw Shen Mosheng's face glowing red.
Upon hearing her words, Shen Mosheng lifted his head, his eyes slightly blurry. He cracked a silly smile, "Yingying—"
Han Yingying had a bad feeling. "Wha... what?"
"What are they doing?"
"Kissing."
"I want to kiss too," Shen Mosheng said as he kept inching closer to Han Yingying.
Han Yingying quickly backed away, nervously watching him, "Shen Mosheng, you can't kiss me!"
"Why not?"
"Because... because..." Han Yingying swallowed nervously, "because my brother is drunk."
"I'm drunk too."
"Who are you kidding, how can grape juice get you drunk?"
"It's wine." Shen Mosheng leaned in even closer, "Smell it."
