Gan Ling held her cup and said to Liu Zhizhong, "Zhizhong, come on, let me toast you, brother. No one knows what the weather will be like tomorrow, but whatever it is, the sun will still rise. Let's drink up, shall we?"
Liu Zhizhong clicked his tongue as he looked at his cup and then at hers.
Both were full!
Full of aromatic mixed liquor, red, yellow, green intertwined, very layered - Da Xing's cocktail making skills.
But Liu Zhizhong felt a bit overwhelmed, "Sister Ling, my professor said... said... what about a pleasant tipsy?"
Gan Ling's delicate face, with a captivating smile that tugged at the heartstrings.
Eyes bright as starlight, lips as red as intoxicating blood!
"Yes, this is tipsy! I'm a bit tipsy, how about you?"
"I..." Liu Zhizhong shook his head, the liquor in the cup almost spilling out, "I've lost... I'm drunk..."
Da Xing, as if nothing had happened, rolled his eyes at him, "Useless!"
Xiao Xing: "Truly!"
