He looked at Gu Shengyin in shock, and for a moment even doubted whether he too had become intoxicated by the aroma of the wine, as if he were hearing a hallucination.
"Yunzhen," Jiang Huan could clearly hear his own heartbeat pounding like a drum, and he tried to maintain a calm tone in his voice.
Gu Shengyin struggled to lift her bleary, drunken eyes to look at him.
Upon closer inspection, Jiang Huan felt that his friend was simply all wrong in every aspect.
Clearly her skin was so fair and delicate, her features so exquisitely feminine that they did not resemble those of a man at all; when she looked at someone with drunken eyes, her allure was bewitching and seductive.
With so many inconsistencies, why on earth had he never once questioned her identity before?
At the end of the day, it was still because the story of Old General Fu raising his daughter as a son was too unbelievable.