The tip of her tongue unconsciously brushed over the corner of her lips now and then, as if savoring the sweet aftertaste.
Her eyes were a little brighter than usual, and her speech carried a hazy, coquettish innocence.
Dugu Yan leaned against Ning Rongrong's shoulder, her hair slightly disheveled and a silly smile hanging from the corners of her mouth. Her fingers tapped the ground unconsciously as she mumbled:
"This wine... tastes better than the wine at my house..."
As she spoke, her head tilted to the side, and she began to doze off against Ning Rongrong.
Xiao Wu held up a porcelain cup, its rim still stained with a little pale pink wine. She was completely unaware of it, her cheeks flushed as she spoke, dragging out the end of each word:
"Rongrong... this wine is so good... sweeter than carrot juice..."
As she spoke, she gently shook the cup and giggled foolishly at the wine rippling inside.
Zhu Qing's usually cool and aloof features had softened considerably as well. She supported herself against the icy wine rack and slowly sat down.
Her long hair fell over her shoulders, and her normally sharp gaze was now veiled by a layer of moisture, making her look somewhat dazed.
She said nothing, merely raising her hand to take an occasional sip of wine. Only when her fingertips touched the cool cup did she blink lightly.
It was as if she was trying hard to keep herself sober, but she could not resist the sweetness hidden in the wine. Her gaze gradually grew hazy again.
Seeing Zhu Qing and the others sitting on the floor, Ning Rongrong swayed herself as well. She had to brace herself with one small hand against the ground before barely managing to stand, her footsteps unsteady as