"I'm really not drunk, help me up, I can still drink three more glasses." Ying Jing waved her small hand, shaking off the grip of Wen Fucheng who was holding her a little unsteadily.
She fumbled on the table for a long time but couldn't find the wine, not knowing that it had already been put away by Wen Fucheng.
"Oh, it's gone."
"Yeah, you can't drink anymore."
Ying Jing smacked her lips, looking a bit unsatisfied.
What a pity!
"If you want to drink, I'll let you drink next time."
"Next time? When will that be!" Ying Jing counted on her fingers with her flushed little face, but at the end, she couldn't even distinguish the numbers. "It's been so long... so long since I've seen you. I can't bear it. Wen Fucheng, do you know how much I can't bear it?" Not wanting to lose any minute or second spent with you.
The next moment she leaned on his shoulder, her eyes turning red.
Like a dumb child who lost their beloved toy, feeling extremely aggrieved.
