Mu Xinlan reached out to cradle Cheng Zhiming's face, trying to stop him from moving around. He hurriedly hit the brakes, pulled over to the side of the road, looked at her, and said helplessly, "Xinlan, I'm not swaying all over the place, it's just that you're drunk!"
"Drunk? I am not drunk at all!"
Mu Xinlan waved her hand and added, "Let me tell you, I can really hold my liquor! Even if you get drunk, I still won't!"
"Okay okay okay, you're not drunk!"
Cheng Zhiming knew there was no point in arguing with Mu Xinlan right now about whether she was drunk or not.
"Mm… my head is so dizzy…"
Mu Xinlan shook her head hard, trying to shake off the dizziness.
"Xinlan, if you're dizzy, just sleep for a while first. I'll wake you up when we get there!"
Cheng Zhiming patiently coaxed Mu Xinlan. He could tell she was getting more and more drunk; God only knew how much she'd actually had to drink.
