Alcohol is a wonderful thing.
Whenever you want to do something but you lack the courage to do it.
Just try having a drink, if one cup isn't enough, try a bottle, five bottles, ten bottles.
Qingran wasn't sure about her own frail constitution, but once she had a drink, she would start feeling dizzy and light-headed.
The voices around her were chaotic, and with Qingran's silent, downcast gaze, Xie Ying'an didn't notice her odd state at first.
He skilfully switched the drinks in front of her from alcohol to juice.
Amused, Ruan Ruan watched the whole process, it was unclear if the alcohol emboldened Qingran, but it definitely emboldened Ruan Ruan.
This troublemaker then gulped down the drink in her own cup and with a smile passed the empty cup to Xie Ying'an:" Brother An, don't play favorites now, here—burp—pour me one too."
Because of that burp, Xie Ying'an gave Ruan Ruan a cool glance, and seeing the drunken smile she flashed at him—ugly as can be.
