Before Su Ye could even open her mouth, she heard Su Qing speak again.
"I hear you had a wonderful time drinking with that male prostitute, Benefactor. That you can drink a thousand cups and not get drunk. I suppose this little bit of wine is nothing, then."
Hearing this, Su Ye, who had been about to set down her cup, instead drained it in a single gulp.
After finishing the wine, she paused to steady herself, her hand gripping the armrest of the chair.
She tried to clear her head, but it was no use.
Before long, Su Ye's gaze on Su Qing became fixed and unblinking.
She blinked a few times, her eyes fixated on Su Qing's face.
Su Qing raised his eyes to look at her.
"Benefactor?"
Su Ye's reaction was delayed by a few seconds, but then she nodded.
"Mhm."
She was being unbelievably docile.
Su Qing, of course, took in her dazed expression.
He moved her wine cup aside. Finally, he reached out, grasped her wrist, and with a slight tug, pulled her into his arms.
