Tang Shu observed the person beside her by the moonlight and inadvertently met a pair of eyes that shone brightly in the night. The strong scent of alcohol hit her nose because they were so close, causing her to freeze for a moment.
Am I also drunk?
No, I only had fruit juice tonight.
Tang Shu felt that her brain had turned into mush, losing even the most basic ability to judge, completely and utterly.
"You... are you drunk?"
"No," Jing Yu's voice was as husky as before, "I'm very sober."
Sober beyond doubt, but it seemed that tonight's few glasses of alcohol had broken down some barrier he had set up, magnifying his emotions and senses endlessly.
Jing Yu took a step closer, his right hand habitually resting on her slender waist, drawing them even closer together, almost without any gap.
"Xiao Shu, I like you."
"...Yeah, you've said that before."
