Qiao Yin, having been a worker herself, remained conscious enough even in her drunken state to say, "Don't, don't deduct his bonus. I don't think it's shaking anymore, not shaking at all. His driving is quite steady."
Lu Lingche looked down at her, feeling both heartache and amusement. He shouldn't have let her drink so much; he had almost drunk her into a stupor. But today, both he and she had indeed been unusually happy, and the alcohol had flowed more freely than they realized.
However, the inebriated Qiao Yin didn't quite know how to resist, and now she snuggled obediently in his embrace, her eyes hazy, her entire body limp and pliable.
Lu Lingche's usually stoic heart softened because of her. He adjusted his arms to make her more comfortable and asked her softly, "Do you want to come home with me?"
Qiao Yin's heart skipped a beat, and she sobered up a little, "No! Lu Lingche, I'm not drunk. Don't think about tricking me into going to your place!"