The music started playing softly, and Xing Ying naturally retracted the glass of wine she had offered to Ma Qiaolan.
Her voice lowered as well, with a hint of nonchalance, "Junior, that's not right. We're out here to have fun. How can you enjoy yourself if you can't let loose?"
As the music softened, several seniors slowly approached, making Ma Qiaolan's unease more palpable.
The atmosphere in the room became instantly tense, and even though Ma Qiaolan was usually carefree, she knew something was off.
She put on a carefree smile, as if her prior unease had vanished: "Senior, I really don't drink. You all go ahead and have fun; I'll just watch you play."
Xing Ying laughed, a strange smile on her face.
She brought the glass she had poured for Ma Qiaolan to her lips and downed it in one go.
After drinking that glass, the expression on Xing Ying's face changed, losing any semblance of innocence and friendliness.
