Li Yujia always had an inexplicable emotion towards Wu Xiaoyu. She didn't even know how to describe this feeling, yet she always tried hard to suppress it, fearing it might fall into some deep abyss.
But now, being held in Wu Xiaoyu's arms, she found it somewhat difficult to maintain her composure. The impulse in her heart seemed ready to burst forth, but the little remaining rationality told her she shouldn't act on it.
Wu Xiaoyu held her, his face showing drunkenness, but there was a hint of sadness and loss between his brows, making her heartache and wanting to protect and warm him.
"You... you're drunk..." After a long silence, Li Yujia finally put aside her romantic feelings, got up, and spoke.
"Drunk?" Wu Xiaoyu laughed out loud and then said, "I'll tell you, I have... Divine Skill, I can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, a thousand cups without getting drunk!"
Wu Xiaoyu said as he got up, wanting to walk out of the room.
