Oh no!
As Xiao Yan watched the girl bring the brilliant golden fruit wine to her lips, his heart suddenly tightened, and he silently cursed his bad luck.
In his memory, not only had Hun Ruoruo been extremely resistant to alcohol, but even his usually open-minded father-in-law had given rare warnings whenever drinking was involved.
It felt as though he had experienced it himself and was deeply wary of it.
And what could possibly be so terrifying that even his father-in-law, standing at the pinnacle of the continent, feared it so greatly?
At that thought, Xiao Yan grew anxious. He immediately snatched the small flask from Hun Ruoruo's hand, held it beneath his nose for a sniff, then took a small taste himself. Only then did he relax.
"Thank goodness. It's fruit wine."
He let out a long breath, then looked at the girl before him, whose head hung low, and asked with tentative concern, "It was only a drop of fruit wine. It shouldn't have much of an effect, right?"
Yet just as Xiao Yan was about to slowly help straighten her delicate body, a soft, languid voice suddenly rang out—
"Is it good?"
The moment she spoke, Xiao Yan froze.
He turned around somewhat stiffly, only to see that at some point, Hun Ruoruo had raised her head. Her lovely face was flushed as though drunk, and she looked at him with a teasing half-smile.
Pure moonlight reflected off the girl's cheeks, coating her slightly rosy face in a faint silver glow. She lightly licked her damp lips and said with a giggle, "That bottle has Ruoruo's taste on it too~"
"Huh?"
Xiao Yan was dumbfounded. Following her gaze, he realized that in his carelessness, he had directly put his lips to the very spot from which she