Can he say he is lovesick? His first love died prematurely before it even started, and now people are talking about it everywhere.
The most annoying thing is that the rumored male lead is him but not him.
Someone else ate the tofu, yet he has to take the blame. Is there anything worse than this?
Forget it, these sufferings can only be swallowed silently.
Seeing that another bottle of wine was almost empty, and his consciousness was muddled from drinking, Zhuang Xuejun hurriedly snatched the wine from his hand.
"Stop drinking, aren't you afraid of alcohol poisoning?"
"Alcohol poisoning?" Han Luoqi chuckled bitterly, "You're overthinking it. I can hold my liquor well. Back when I first started, it wasn't as glorious as now, often had to deal with banquets.
What's with that look? You don't believe I can hold my liquor? I'm not even drunk, I can still stand up. Don't believe me, I'll stand up and show you..."
