But the happiness radiating from Xiao Meier's face, it was like the warm sun of autumn.
She longed to reach out and touch the warmth given by Chen Cheng, yet she clearly understood that the sunshine did not belong to her.
She took a deep breath, "Today is your first visit, we won't return until we're drunk. For your happiness, and for our friendship."
Xiao Meier agreed cheerfully: "Okay!"
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...
An hour later, three bottles of red wine were empty.
Even Xiao Meier, who usually held her liquor well, was overwhelmed by the alcohol, giggling as she lay on the Fendi coffee table, her eyes looking at Chen Cheng even more hazily.
Wen Shulin wasn't faring much better, with flushed cheeks and slightly blurred eyes.
Her tolerance was average, and today, laden with heavy thoughts, a few glasses of wine made her even less in control of her emotions.
"Come on, Xiao Er, let's drink another!" Wen Shulin raised her empty glass towards Xiao Meier.
