Qiao Xiguan and Qin Yiyang drank glass after glass, and the two of them soon finished a bottle.
Qin Yiyang ordered another bottle, and they drank quite quickly.
Suddenly feeling a bit tipsy, Qiao Xiguan looked at the blurry scene outside the window. When she looked at Qin Yiyang in front of her, she clearly felt there were two Qin Yiyangs appearing before her. His face seemed red, probably because the alcohol was getting to him.
"Didn't expect you to look so cute when you're drunk." Qin Yiyang said, his voice still deep and pleasant.
"Do you never get tired of saying these sweet words every day?"
"To you, I never get tired."
Qiao Xiguan shrugged.
She smiled somewhat helplessly.
As if this man always spoke like this, not deliberately trying to please, so naturally it makes people feel very sincere.
Being able to speak sweet words to this extent is indeed a kind of skill.
