Perhaps it was because she thought of what had happened for a while that Zhao Ziyi was a little excited. Her face flushed and her body became hotter and hotter.
Even her sober brain became a little dull under the effect of alcohol.
Zhao Ziyi was confused and even doubted her drinking capacity.
On the other side, Yang Yi, whom she had been missing so much, also looked the same.
He was drinking and squinting at Zhao Ziyi with some indescribable feelings.
Even Yang Yi's tone became softer when he talked to Zhao Ziyi.
The atmosphere gradually became ambiguous, and the eyes of Zhao Ziyi also became blurred, exhaling like orchids.
Even for his words, the other party began to answer intermittently and unconsciously.
Yang Yi knew that it was because of the drug that Zhao Ziyi began to feel sleepy.
And this was exactly what he wanted.
With a smile at the corners of his mouth, he looked at Zhao Ziyi with concern and asked softly,
"Miss Zhao, are you okay? Are you drunk?"