The cork fell to the ground.
It made a soft sound.
Under the moonlight, the little mouse listening to the conversation between Chen Xu and the Monkey King finally realized something, and suddenly let out a sharp "squeak" of surprise.
The little mouse panicked, it tightly grabbed Chen Xu's collar, almost wishing it could pounce over and snatch the wine gourd from Chen Xu's hand.
But after Chen Xu popped open the cork, he had already tilted his head back.
The liquid, like jade dew, shimmered with a gem-like radiance under the moonlight, flowing eagerly into Chen Xu's mouth.
"Scholar!" the little mouse called anxiously.
As it called, it stood upright, its pair of round mouse ears trembling with fur, big eyes fixated on Chen Xu.
"Squeak squeak squeak..."
The first sip of the wine had already entered Chen Xu's throat.
As the rich essence of the wine exploded in his mouth, Chen Xu instantly felt a wondrous, mildly intoxicated state.
It was a slight intoxication, not drunkenness.
