His whole body leaned forward like he was "sending" himself over.
Rong Xingyu's fingers even rubbed together to make a gesture, stressing very seriously, "You, you smell, I only drank a little bit, I am not drunk."
The young man's face moved close just like that, carrying a light fruit-wine scent.
For a moment, Ding Yixin's body became stiff.
But Rong Xingyu did not notice at all.
His soft red lips opened and closed as he kept trying to prove he was not drunk.
Ding Yixin could not help letting out a bitter laugh.
He really had overestimated his own self-control.
Being teased in such an unconscious way by the young man made him feel like he was already close to losing control.
This little troublemaker who got drunk and flirted without thinking.
"Yuyu, if I agree to you now when you're not fully clear-headed, it is disrespectful to you, and it is irresponsible to you. Do you understand?"
