"Heh... then I won't ask anymore." Lin Yuancheng laughed, the feeling of drunkenness gradually numbing his brain, making it increasingly difficult to control his emotions, yet it also added a touch of suaveness and nonchalance to the young man's appearance.
"So, you're 'going easy on me' again?" Zhu Qingxiao saw his indifferent demeanor and became even more annoyed. To her surprise, she also grabbed the wine jar closest to herself and gulped down several mouthfuls from it.
Zhang Jikai watched from the side, wanting to stop her but not daring to, though a cold sweat had already broken out on him.
