Chuxia Ling hadn't expected to really reach out and stop him, but by the time she realized what she was doing, her hand had already grasped Shi Che's wine glass, while Shi Che's dark eyes were fixed steadily on her, deep and profound, causing Chuxia Ling's heart to involuntarily beat faster.
For a moment, her mind went blank, unsure of what to do; hastily, she lowered her gaze, and in a fluster, stammered out a sentence, "You... don't you get a headache if you drink too much?"
After saying that, Chuxia Ling couldn't help but want to bite off her tongue. What was she even saying, how was it her place to be concerned about Shi Che?
Yet when Shi Che heard her words, he paused slightly, the light in his black eyes fluctuating, growing brighter, and even his lips couldn't hide an upward curve.
Was Chuxia Ling... concerned about him?
