Duan Xingzhi thought for a moment, then agreed and nodded, "Alright, take it slow."
"Mm."
Su Li raised her glass, "Cheers."
Duan Xingzhi clinked glasses with her and gently sipped a little. However, his gaze was fixed intensely on Su Li across from him, deep and introspective, as if he was looking at her yet also not looking at her.
This time, Su Li was quite obedient, taking a small sip and not getting choked, but her cheeks turned even redder.
She had always had that kind of drinking tolerance — half a glass was her limit, one glass was about right. She had just drunk too quickly, inevitably feeling a bit tipsy.
Perhaps she'd gotten a bit drunk, and she treated the person in front of her as a confidant, a person to vent to. Propping her elbow on the table and resting her chin in her hand, she asked, "Do you think that between a husband and wife, they should unconditionally trust each other? Isn't it pointless to always be jealous?"
