Three women made a drama, and that saying was absolutely true.
The bottle of baijiu Tian Jiayi had brought was strong. It went down smooth, but packed a punch afterward.
The cups were small, but they emptied fast.
A few cups in, the atmosphere at the table naturally came alive.
Especially with Cheng Huan. Her contralto voice flew across the table as she chatted about everything from campus gossip to the latest web dramas, then veered from complaining about cafeteria food to which department had the hottest guys. Her voice was distinctive, her speech rapid-fire, and the humor and gift for words in her northeastern roots were on full display.
The biggest surprise was Wei Zijin.
She was no longer the poised, polished host of Little Wei Interviews, nor the gentle wife she was around Wang Xiaoliang. She clinked cups with Tian Jiayi, trading remarks as they discussed topics that interested girls. They were like old friends who had known each other for years: for every remark one made, the other had three ready in reply.
Luo Bisheng could not get a word into the women's conversation. All his attention was on Cheng Huan.
He kept stealing glances at her, and as soon as one of her topics wound down, he tossed out another.
"What game did you play at Chongchong last time?"
"Whose songs do you like listening to?"
"You said last time that spending a whole night at an internet café was on your bucket list. What else... is on that list?"
The questions seemed to hit all the right spots for Cheng Huan, and she grew more interested with each one.
She put down her chopsticks and began counting on her fingers with great ceremony.
"My bucket list is really long!"
"The little things are dyeing my