Drink

Song Chuyi's gaze stayed silently on her delicate and flushed face for a few seconds. He turned away and poured a glass of baijiu. "I'll drink."

He finished it in a shot, clearing the glass.

Changqing was dazed, staring at his fair features and thinking about the previous time he became a complete mess when he was drunk at home. She tugged at his pants forcefully, asking softly, "Are you okay?"

Song Chuyi shook his head expressionlessly.

Chi Yining covered her mouth and laughed delicately, "Dr. Song, you're so against eating a piece of mango with our Sister Changqing?"

"Don't you think the mango is too yellow?" Song Chuyi ridiculed lightly.

The group blanked out for a moment before breaking out into laughter.

Zhan Mingwei hit the table, laughing out loud. "Right, right, too yellow. Here, here, let's continue."

"You guys go ahead. I'm going to the washroom." Song Chuyi suddenly stood up.