It wasn't like he had taken the initiative. The chicken had flown into his bowl on its own.
After the shrimp and chicken were finished, it was time to make the rounds and toast everyone.
Chi Ning wasn't good at this sort of thing, so he stayed by Qin Heng's side. Whoever Qin Heng raised his glass to, he raised his glass to as well. Whatever Qin Heng said, he followed behind and repeated the second half.
Humanity's true nature was that of a parrot.
If someone teased him about Qin Heng, he just smiled and said, "That's right, that's right."
After one round, his stomach was full of water.
The bayberry wine really was delicious—not sweet or sour, with barely any alcohol taste. It tasted more like watered-down fruit juice.
If he held it in his mouth and took a small sip, a rich bayberry fragrance would rush up into his nose after he swallowed, as though he had suddenly stepped into a bayberry orchard.
After Chi Ning returned to the main table, he pressed a hand to his slightly burning cheek and stared blankly at the empty wine bottle on the table.
The round, plump bayberries inside floated up and down as the wine diminished, gradually sinking to the bottom, unnoticed by anyone.
Chi Ning noticed them.
So much that he wanted to taste them.
Qin Heng said softly, "You can't eat those. They've been soaked for too long. You'll get drunk."
Chi Ning muttered vaguely, "I'm not drunk."
Qin Heng's breath caught.
Chi Ning was already drunk, drunk enough to forget even the most basic social distance. He rarely got this close to Qin Heng in public before.
Chi Ning's cheeks were flushed, as though brushed with a lovely peach-pink powder. His gaze was hazy too, unable