"This... What is this??" Tianxin stared at Chen Yiran, who was resting on the lounge chair next to the elevator, and muttered to the heavens in disbelief.
"Your engagement gift, of course." Chen Yiran looked up, his eyes sparkling brilliantly, with not a trace of the drunkenness from earlier.
"You... You're not drunk??" Tianxin said, a little surprised as she stared at the clearly sober expression on Chen Yiran's face, murmuring softly.
"If I got drunk after just one glass of baijiu, wouldn't my tolerance be as laughable as yours?" Chen Yiran chuckled lightly, stood up, walked over to Tianxin, and gently tucked the loose strands of hair behind her ear.
"But I saw you drink more than just one glass of baijiu..." Tianxin remembered him at the engagement banquet earlier, downing glass after glass non-stop, each one poured straight from the baijiu bottle.
