Breaths entangled, Yao Qing gradually got carried away by the rhythm.
It seemed as if the boring lecture hall still echoed in her ears, the chirping of cicadas in the summer, or perhaps the handful of candy he dropped by her seat as he passed.
"I came in such a hurry today, next time I'll come when all those teachers are around, let them see their precious student—is still mine in the end."
"...Are you drunk? How come your tolerance is getting worse?"
Yao Qing hadn't noticed that Yanshen had been steadily drinking the alcohol in front of him while she was speaking impromptu, and with little adding up to more, the aftereffects were no joke when they hit.
Yanshen didn't respond to her, he kissed her for a while longer before contentedly carrying her out.
Yao Qing, afraid of encountering someone on the road, buried her head in his suit jacket.
Next time she definitely wouldn't let him drink—not even a sip.
How could his tolerance be even worse than hers?
