Yan Yu stared at the paper cup in his hand, feeling that, without realizing it, he had drunk quite a bit.
Looking at the girls, nearly every one of them was lopsided, and their speech was starting to get silly—except for the Demonic Sect Enchantress; she always talked in a simple-minded way, so it was hard to tell if she was drunk.
Su Yunjin was leaning forward on the table, barely propping her head up with one arm; Lin Ning was also leaning back against the chair, her face flushed, her eyelids drooping then slowly closing.
Xie Ruoxi seemed relatively normal, except for the occasional weird giggle; as for Tang Xiaolian, even though her face was so flushed it looked like it might drip, her spirits were increasingly lively. She called out, "Come on, it's my turn now! Yan Yu, listen up: setting aside whether you want to be in a relationship right now, is there anyone present who is your ideal type?"
