"I have nothing to regret. If you get drunk, I'll carry you back to the room, don't worry!"
Qin Zhao still hadn't realized the gravity of the situation.
After all, she had consumed several jars of liquor, and it was starting to affect her.
Half a "time" had passed, and they had finished all the liquor that Chen Wu brought.
Chen Wu had the highest tolerance for alcohol.
After drinking, he was still able to walk home himself.
Chu Yan lay on the table early on, his ears noticeably red.
"Get up."
Qin Zhao leaned on him, gently pulling at his sleeve.
He reached out to embrace her and pulled her into his arms.
His warm breath grazed past her ear, his cool voice slightly hoarse, "Didn't you say you'd carry me back?"
His soft lips unintentionally touched her ear.
"Okay."
She turned her head towards him, only to find him very close.
