Luo Xiao hung his head low, shoulders trembling slightly, "Why are you feeling bad?"
"You're hurting for another woman, of course I feel bad," Meng Yao opened a bottle of wine and tilted her head back to drink, the icy liquid completely releasing the tension inside her, "Hall Master, I told you I like you."
Luo Xiao didn't speak again; his gaze was dazed as it drifted into the desolate night outside, his drunken vision beginning to blur...
Meng Yao also drank quite a bit, and she never had much tolerance; after downing two bottles, she couldn't even tell how many fingers she had. Her head tilted to the side as she leaned against the edge, "Don't leave, keep drinking..."
Luo Xiao maintained a bent leg, never changing his posture, the girl's head leaning closer, carrying a youthful fragrance. Luo Xiao's throat rolled lightly, his thin lips uttering two words, "Xiao Ran..."
Meng Yao smacked her lips, instinctively hugging his arm, "So cold..."
