As the chief guard, you at least understand the basics, though you know that taking Zhen Jiang into your room has already greatly exceeded the norms of this era. [You don't even know what happened to you today, to end up doing something so absurd. But since Zhen Jiang is already here, and idle time is just idle anyway, you grab a jar of wine brought by Zhang Shui yesterday from the table and pour two bowls.
Zhen Jiang used to immerse herself in alcohol daily, using it to numb herself. Recently at home, she couldn't touch alcohol, and as soon as you pour out the wine, she already leans over without a word, snatching the jar from your hands and gulping it down.
The fierce zeal with which she drinks earns your respect.
But her enticing cherry lips can only open so much, and much of the wine spills out, trickling down her smooth pointed chin, along her slender jade neck, staining her clothes, and soon Zhen Jiang's chest becomes damp.
