"...Still far from enough. Keep drinking."
In Qin Qingluo's serpent eyes, the light flowed like fire. Then she said:
"Otherwise I can't talk to you about what's in my heart. If you're not drunk enough, you'll remember everything I say tonight…"
With this man's reckless boldness, he was bound to fall into her snare; then catching him would be like catching a turtle in a jar.
Chen Yi only drew in a small breath, pressing his lips together, his gaze lowered as he said, "I also have things at the bottom of my heart. Without a sound, Qin Yue is already two. So big. I've never even seen her when she was one…"
Qin Qingluo's brows drew together slightly.
She suddenly felt a bit annoyed; she wanted to talk with Chen Yi about the past, yet he insisted on talking to her about a child.
After three rounds of wine, the dishes had lost their flavor.
The drunkenness was strong and just right; she had to admit she was a little moved, but not enough to lose her reason.
