She frowned. "Are you drunk?"
Xie Jinbai set down his teacup and sat across from her. He leaned back, his eyes lowered, and murmured softly, "A little."
Cui Lingyao: "..."
The carriage rolled slowly onward.
The man across from her leaned against the carriage wall, his long legs slightly bent. His posture was relaxed, and his eyes were shut tight.
'He really seemed to be drunk.'
Cui Lingyao stared at him for a long moment. Seeing that he showed no sign of opening his eyes to look at her, she got up and scooted over to sit beside him.
The man beside her didn't move a muscle, his hand resting casually on the small tea table.
Cui Lingyao boldly took his hand and began to play with his fingers.
His hands were beautiful—his fingers were long and slender, and his palm was broad enough to completely envelop hers.
They didn't have the delicate, well-manicured look typical of young noblemen. Instead, they looked powerful.
