The smell of alcohol was overpowering.
Chu Qianli looked at the man who had walked to the door, and was taken aback, "Wuya?"
Then she saw what was in his hand—a jar of liquor?
Chu Qianli's expression immediately darkened, and she said unhappily, "You haven't fully recovered yet. How can you drink? And to get drunk like this!"
She quickly snatched the liquor jar from him, returned to the room, and casually placed it aside.
Feng Wuya stood by the door, not entering.
Although he reeked of alcohol, he still remembered that a lady's boudoir was not a place to enter casually.
However, tonight, it seemed he had already visited some girl's bedroom—and without an invitation, at that?
Feng Wuya shook his head, his consciousness a bit murky.
That's why he refused to think too much about it.
"Ali, come out. Today is New Year's Day, I'll drink with you."
"Is it you accompanying me or me accompanying you?" Chu Qianli's frown deepened, "Forget it, come in, just pretend I'm not a woman."