The wine in the jar was potent, and as the two shared a feeling of regret for not having met sooner, the jar was quickly emptied. Su Bei staggered to his feet, his eyes hazy, let out a belch, and held the wine jar, wondering why there was so little left inside.
A gust of wind blew past. With a shiver, his body tilted to the side.
In an instant, he collapsed onto Ji Nanjue.
Ji Nanjue's cheeks were flushed. For a moment, she was stunned. Pushing at Su Bei, her eyes were clouded, her hair disheveled. Her voice, as soft as an orchid's breath, emanated the unique mellow fragrance of Floating Life Drunk,
"Brother Bei, you're drunk!"
Su Bei felt like he was lying on the Eastern Emperor, feeling his scrawny shoulders, a body so soft it was unnerving, and a faint, fresh scent still lingering at his nose—this was hardly like lying on a man!
Her long hair fluttered, and the breeze tangled it with Su Bei's before the wind scattered them apart.
"No! It's you, Brother Ji, who's drunk!"
