You really are emboldened by alcohol.
Wen Shaoyu didn't respond immediately. He just looked at her eyes, shimmering with intoxication, and was silent for a moment.
He stood up, walked from the dining table to Ji Shuhe, cupped her flushed and burning face, and squeezed it firmly, as if venting his frustration.
"Ji Shuhe, how dare you act drunk in front of me?"
"I'm not acting drunk!" Ji Shuhe retorted immediately, her voice even more muffled as Wen Shaoyu tugged at her cheeks. She tried to glare at him, but her body honestly went limp, leaning softly against the chair back. She tilted her head to look into his probing eyes.
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