Rong Xingyu picked up a cup of one of the "drinks" and held it under his nose.
A rich and sweet fruity fragrance rushed toward him.
Was it fruit juice?
Rong Xingyu smacked his lips twice, his eyes seeming to light up even more.
Holding the vividly colored "drink," he slowly brought it to his mouth and then he gulped it down in one go.
When Ding Yixin returned after being away for less than three minutes, what he saw was a tipsy little glutton who had to lean against the dessert table just to stay standing.
Ding Yixin: "…"
Ding Yixin quickly stepped forward and caught Rong Xingyu's unsteady body in one motion.
The youth naturally went soft and collapsed into Ding Yixin's arms.
Ding Yixin lowered his head to look at him and immediately felt the scent of alcohol mixed with the young man's unique fragrance wash over him.
Ding Yixin: "…"
He had only been gone for a few minutes.
He hadn't even had time to keep an eye on him, how had he already gotten this drunk?
