The moist fragrance enveloped him with his breath, mixed with the rich aroma of wine, and Fang Chuning felt a bit intoxicated, his mouth dry and parched. He slightly moved back to create distance, avoiding getting too close to Xie Jue.
Xie Jue saw his face flushed red and knew that he had drunk too much. When Fang Chuning drank too much, his face would turn red, his eyes appeared veiled with a layer of mist, and his lips, soaked in wine, looked particularly vivid, giving him a dazed and silly appearance. Xie Jue waved his hand in front of him. "Had too much to drink?"
"No!"
Xie Jue turned around to the table in the middle, poured a cup of tea, and handed it over. "Have some tea."
