Her heart quietly began to stir.
Blushing, she turned to look at him, "Do you... really have confidence in me?"
He nodded earnestly, "I'll wait for you. Wake up slowly, don't rush."
She seemed to understand, yet felt bewildered, so she foolishly smiled with a hint of intoxication, "But in the end, Sleeping Beauty didn't wake up by herself."
She was referring to the original version of the fairy tale.
His heart quietly skipped a beat again.
Indeed, Sleeping Beauty in the story wasn't awakened by herself; she was — kissed awake by a prince.
His head seemed to spin slightly, and his face grew hot. He must've succumbed to the rice wine too, getting drunk.
He couldn't help but point at the nearly empty bottle, "Look, there's only one mud snail left in there."
"Oh, really!" Shi Nian raised the bottle, shaking the rice wine inside towards the light to earnestly count the number.
