Yu Keqing trembled her lips with difficulty, and her tone was slightly bitter, "Originally I should have drank this glass of wine, but my brother was drunk and I came to pick him up. I will express my gratitude to you another day."
Cheng Haochen pulled his lips coldly and dialed a number, "Anan, come over to Yese."
He put down the phone and raised the wine in front of her, "I will ask someone to send your brother back. You should be relieved now."
Yu Keqing looked steadily at the wine in the glass. The wine was shining brilliantly in the shadow of the swaying lamp.
She frowned and finally raised her hand hesitantly.
Zhang Yueze came over and pulled Cheng Haochen away, "Ke Qing, Haochen drank a lot, don't worry about it."
"I'm not drunk." Cheng Haochen shook off Zhang Yueze's hand and continued to put the wine in front of her eyes.
Yu Keqing raised her head and looked at him quietly, with a kind of pleading in her eyes, and a touch of sadness on her beautiful face.
"Drink it." Cheng Haochen pulled a face, and there was no warmth in his rich voice.
Yu Keqing swallowed. She knew that with her drinking capacity, if she drank this glass of strong wine all at once, she would definitely feel erratic.
She was very hesitant, not knowing what to do, and still didn't stretch out her hand.
"Don't test my patience." There was a trace of impatience in Cheng Haochen's voice.
She took a deep breath, slowly raised her head, and took the wine in his hand.
When the fingertips touched his hand, a pain spread, flowing along the arm to the heart, adding endless pain to this ambiguous atmosphere.
She raised her glass, raised her head, and slowly drank the wine in her mouth.
The light shines in the transparent glass, reflecting the sadness on her face.
After drinking a glass of wine for a long time, I finally drank it.
Yu Keqing felt that her throat was burning like fire, and there was a burst of heat in her stomach, which made her feel very uncomfortable.
"Okay, very good." In the darkness, Cheng Haochen's eyes shone coldly, but his expression remained indifferent.
"Keqing, what do you think?" Zhang Yueze carefully observed Yu Keqing's face, fearing that she might feel uncomfortable.
"Well, I'm fine... I have to leave first." Yu Keqing didn't want to stay in such an atmosphere for a moment.
In such an environment, it's not that you feel uncomfortable because of drinking, but that you feel uncomfortable because your mind is at a loss.
She stood at the door with her eyes closed, letting the evening wind blow across her face and blow the hair around her ears.