Are You Really Drunk?

"No, Mo Mo, no," he spoke clearly and fluently, but his eyes were slightly closed, his gaze unfocused, and his body completely limp, except for his tight grip on Zhou Mo's hand.

Zhou Mo couldn't figure out whether Han Chen was truly drunk or just pretending.

"If you're really uncomfortable, I can take you to the hospital, to the emergency room, to get some treatment to relieve your discomfort," she suggested.

"I'm not going to the hospital," he stubbornly refused.

Zhou Mo squatted down, trying to make him lie on his back, but he was very unwilling, holding onto his shoulder and resisting turning over.

"Then lie down properly," she said.

"I feel uncomfortable," he repeated.

...

Zhou Mo was on the verge of losing her patience. Half trying to coax him, she said, "Then have some milk, it'll make you feel better."

"I already had some," Han Chen replied.

"You already had some?" Zhou Mo was surprised.

"Du Moliang gave it to me."

He could still remember these details?