Qinghe, dressed in red, carried someone on his back, with a face full of bemusement.
How could there be someone in this world with such poor alcohol tolerance?
Ah yes, the wine was too strong, it was his favorite after all, and this person was too young, not yet of age. It was probably her first time drinking, and she was completely wasted.
"Alright, alright, consider it as if I owe you now."
He shook his head helplessly, carrying her steadily forward.
Even though she was drunk, she was still stubborn: "You... hic, put me down, I can walk by myself."
"Are you sure? Wobbling with every step, you call that walking? If you don't want to fall flat on your face, you'd better stay on my back quietly."
"You... you are annoying!" She usually wore a cold face and didn't seem good at arguing, and after holding it in for a long time, she could only squeeze out the words 'annoying'.
