But upon reflection, today was the day Qin Hai had just returned from Capital City, he was surely with Lin Qingya right now. If she were to spoil their time together again, how could she ever face Lin Qingya in the future?
As this thought occurred to her, Miao Qing immediately pinched her thigh hard, using the pain to suppress the yearning and various chaotic thoughts in her heart. Then she opened the bedside table drawer and took out a bottle of alcohol.
The alcohol was just a bottle of high-proof baijiu that she had taken at random from the wine cabinet on the first floor; it had an alcohol content of fifty-three percent.
A few days ago, she had tested it: just a big gulp was enough to get her drunk.
Miao Qing hesitated for a moment before unscrewing the bottle cap and gulping down two mouthfuls. As soon as she swallowed, her face instantly turned as red as if on fire, even her eyes became a shade of deep red.