Zhan Se and Emperor Quan exchanged a glance, finding it somewhat amusing.
Looking at Leng Xue's iron-green face, she couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"You take her up and let her lie down for a while, this girl has a terrible tolerance for alcohol."
Leng Xue already had this in mind, but with everyone around, he felt embarrassed to speak up. Now that Zhan Se had said so, he naturally would not hold back, especially since his relationship with Zhui Ming was common knowledge, and there was no need to avoid the subject. He reached out to embrace her waist and patted her little face.
"You can't hold your liquor, but you still pretend to be a hero. Look at the sorry state you're in!"
"Who's in a sorry state? Who is?" Zhui Ming, with her eyes half-closed, was prone to acting ridiculously, especially after drinking.
Leng Xue humphed and ignored her.
She beat on his shoulders with her hands, whining loudly, and then, as if remembering something, squinted at him.