By the time the banquet ended, Ouyang Zixin was already having trouble standing steadily.
She had drunk quite a bit of fruit wine that night, the kind brewed in the Xu Family's kitchen. It tasted sweet going down, but its aftereffects were powerful.
Ouyang Zixin leaned against a pillar by the banquet hall entrance, her cheeks flushed an unnatural red. Her normally gentle, clear eyes were now veiled by a thin mist, and she had to squint to focus on people.
Mu Xi supported her with one hand and carried her discarded high heels with the other, her mouth running nonstop. "You can't drink, yet you drank so much. Fruit wine is still wine. Did you think anything sweet was juice? Look at you now—you can barely walk. How are you getting back to the dorm later? Curfew's in an hour, and I can't carry you."
Ouyang Zixin's ears itched from her nagging. She turned her head and mumbled groggily, "You don't need to carry me."
Her gaze passed over Mu Xi's shoulder and landed on Lin Xun, who was saying goodbye to Xie Xie not far away. She stared in that direction for a while, then raised a hand and pointed.
"Lin Xun."
Hearing someone call him, Lin Xun turned around. Ouyang Zixin struggled free from Mu Xi's support, staggered two steps toward him, and looked at him with those misty eyes.
"Lin Xun, carry me back."
Mu Xi rolled her eyes behind her.
She knew it.
Why else would Ouyang Zixin, who normally never touched alcohol, suddenly drink this time? So this was what she had been waiting for.
Lin Xun sighed, walked over, and crouched in front of Ouyang Zixin.
"Get on."
Ouyang Zixin climbed onto his back, wrapping both arms around his neck and burying her