Alvin learned of his idea, he couldn't help but shoot his thumb up and exclaimed in admiration—Brilliant, just brilliant. Alvin has always been especially receptive to his words, so he slapped his thigh and immediately agreed.
So, the two hit it off and put on a melodramatic show as long-lost martial brothers, determined not to return until they were drunk.
Thus, he finally managed to get slightly tipsy—yeah, his head felt a bit woozy.
His stomach was full of alcohol; naturally, he couldn't go on to eat dinner.
Better to take a quick nap here now, and once they have finished eating, of course, he would have his little Xuanxuan take him home—hahaha.
Nangong Jin thought so, feeling quite thrilled. Emma, why was he also a bit excited?
Finally, he could use the drunkenness as an excuse to steal a kiss or something—cough, cough, cough, it wasn't easy at all.
Why hadn't he thought of this trick earlier? Now that it had come to mind, it was truly a sad realization.