"What are you laughing at?" Chu Heng pinched her cheek again, his long lashes drooping slightly, casting shadows under his eyes, and asked earnestly, "So happy."
"Nothing funny." Ye Muyu rubbed her cheek, glared at him, her eyes swirled with mischief, clearly not anger but rather affection.
"You're not drunk, are you?" Ye Muyu asked worriedly.
At this moment, Chu Heng didn't seem drunk, his gaze was darker and deeper than usual, yet clear, though a strong smell of alcohol clung to him.
It wasn't surprising, as Chu Heng had been drinking with Chu Cai just now, toast after toast, who knows how much they drank.
"I've got a bit of a headache." Chu Heng leaned on her, rubbing his head against her neck, playfully whining in a deep, magnetic voice. Ye Muyu felt a tingling sensation all over, not from fright, but from being charmed.
