Drunk people tended to lose their composure in one way or another. Some talked too much, some acted wild, and others fell asleep on the spot. This was the first time Ji Yanzhi had seen someone like Ji Ting, who actually grew calmer after drinking.
He looked at Ji Ting skeptically. "You seem perfectly clearheaded to me. How are you drunk?"
"My head feels foggy, my coordination and judgment have noticeably deteriorated, and every so often, I feel like laughing for no reason." Ji Ting enunciated every word, his tone as serious as if they were discussing business. "Taken together, these observable symptoms strongly suggest that I'm drunk."
Ji Yanzhi couldn't help laughing. Ji Ting looked at him in bewilderment. "Are you drunk too?"
"You think I'm like you?"
As he spoke, Ji Yanzhi rose from the sofa. "All right, if you're drunk, go to bed."
He came around the table to help Ji Ting up, but Ji Ting stayed seated on his stool. "I haven't seen the fireworks yet. I can't sleep."
"We're in the city. Where would you find fireworks to watch?"
Ji Ting tilted his head up. "Even with all your money, you can't set some off?"
Ji Yanzhi nearly laughed in exasperation. "You want me detained over the New Year?"
"Mm, you're right."
Ji Ting nodded and pushed himself up with a hand on the edge of the table.
Ji Yanzhi took his arm, but Ji Ting turned to him and said earnestly, "I can walk by myself."
"Fine, walk by yourself." Despite saying that, Ji Yanzhi kept a protective hand behind his back.
Ji Ting made it to the bedroom door, then suddenly stopped and turned toward the bathroom instead.
"What are you doing?"
"Brushing my teeth and washing my face."
Ji Yanzhi gave a