The nascent thought, like wildfire, surged up, only to be fiercely suppressed by Chen Jiayan as it evolved toward an uncontrollable direction.
Until calm settled over his heart like still waters.
"You're drunk."
"Mm, a bit drunk, stay with me."
Her sweet voice now was both coquettish and languid, losing all its aggressive edge when drunk.
As if she was there for the taking.
Chen Jiayan pushed her hand away.
Xie Baola felt the force of his push, and her other hand grabbed his.
As if afraid he would pull away, she turned over, clasping his hand tightly beneath her.
Chen Jiayan gave a light tug, but surprisingly couldn't pull free.
Xie Baola frowned, and her fair cheeks, usually rosy, now turned pale: "It's awful to drink too much."
She muttered.
Chen Jiayan was amused at her: "No surprise there, who told you to drink so much."
She can't handle beer yet acts tough.
Typical of her.
