"Hmm... It feels incredibly nice. Everything is just so... fuzzy." Yu Qi murmured happily, her usual poise and dignity having completely vanished without a trace.
Before either of the men could move to stop her, she snatched up her glass and gulped down the remaining wine in one reckless, determined go. Not finished yet, she reached out with a noticeably wobbling hand toward the bottle, clearly intending to pour herself another serving. Grandpa Mu, however, acted with surprising speed, snatching the bottle away before Yu Qi's grasping fingers could even brush against the glass.
"That's quite enough, Yu Qi. You are clearly and undeniably drunk." Grandpa Mu stated firmly, doing his level best to maintain some sense of order at the table.
Yu Qi shifted her hazy gaze and stared at Grandpa Mu for a long, quiet moment, her eyes narrowing into slits as she tried desperately to process the features of his face.
