Mo Nanjue rested his hands on his knees, his thin lips curling slightly, "Go to sleep."
"No," Tong Ran pulled his hand, and through the wine glass, she could clearly see his profile, painted with a layer of wine red, appearing even more exquisite, "Shall we drink a toast to each other?"
The man withdrew his hand, "Go to sleep."
"..." Again with this line,
Tong Ran just wouldn't yield; she turned around and rested her head on his shoulder, "I want to drink a toast with you."
Mo Nanjue's response was still just two words, as if saying one more would be tiresome, "Want to die?"
"..."
Hearing him say that, Tong Ran curved her lips, sat up straight, and put the glass back in his hand, "If you don't want to drink, then I'll do it myself."
The man's dark pupils glinted, he did not oppose, just stared at her intently.
"A toast for a lifetime," Tong Ran clinked her glass with his, wrapping her slender arm around and taking a sip, "Tastes good."
