The bottle of rose wine was nearly empty, and Uncle Nian had passed out on the table.
Dinner was hastily concluded.
Nian Yuyu glanced at her boyfriend, who kept his composure, and then at Uncle Nian, who was muttering nonstop on the table because he was drunk.
It was... quite theatrical.
As her aunt and grandmother were helping Uncle Nian to his room, Yuyu couldn't help but reach out and touch her boyfriend's forehead, "How do you feel? Are you dizzy?"
Chu You tilted his head, leaning against her arm, and replied hoarsely, "Dizzy."
"Baby, I need you to take me back to the hotel."
Yuyu withdrew her hand and, with a guilty conscience, glanced toward the master bedroom before whispering in embarrassment, "Don't talk."
Chu You chuckled softly and quieted down.
After Aunt Nian and Grandma Nian settled Uncle Nian in, they came out of the kitchen to find that the two were no longer in the living room. Then, they heard noises coming from the kitchen—