Lan Ningzhen was neither his sworn brother nor his childhood friend. She stood there, waiting for Xie Jue to approach her willingly, smiling brightly at him, refusing to let the matter rest until he made himself clear.
Xie Jue took a deep breath and asked Lan Ningzhen expressionlessly, "Care for a drink?"
Lan Ningzhen, "..."
She hadn't expected that after holding back for days, what he'd manage to say was an invitation to drink. Well, so be it!
After all, in these short few days, he had come to know she loved drinking—it was progress, however slight.
The two walked out together and arrived at the tavern, requesting a private room. Lan Ningzhen indeed loved drinking, and Beiman's strong spirits packed quite a punch, but she drank without so much as flushing.
"You're treating me to a drink?" Lan Ningzhen propped her head on her hand. "Then I'll order the most expensive one."
