"Have you been drinking?" Lu Chenyuan leaned closer to Lin Yan, smelling the alcohol on her.
"I'm not at the point where no one dares to drink unless I do, so I have to drink." Lin Yan looked at Lu Chenyuan with bright eyes.
It's often said that the light in a married woman's eyes gradually fades away.
Some say that loving someone is like tending to flowers; the more care you give, the more beautiful they become, and with patience, you will eventually reap the results.
The quality of a relationship can be seen in the woman; if she is confident, excellent, and beautiful, there must be a man willing to spoil her, protect her dignity, and give her enough confidence.
For Lin Yan, Lu Chenyuan is such a person.
Lu Chenyuan pinched her cheek and said gently, "You don't have to do that. Everyone raises their glass to toast, yet you choose to go against the grain. You should still conform to the norm."
