How could he forget? She didn't hold her liquor well. Just a moment ago, she mimicked him in toasting Zhong Nianhua. Now, perfect, after one drink, she's down. She's not going anywhere.
"One drink? Two drinks? I might have forgotten..." Meimei pouted, her pretty eyes glinting charmingly as they darted around. Her small head suddenly slumped to the table, her tiny hand tightly clutching Dan Tingye's coat, muttering, "I think I'm drunk."
"..."
It's not "I think," she is already drunk!
He actually failed to watch her and let her get herself drunk like this.
Dan Tingye helplessly shook his head, pulled her petite body into his arms, and carried her horizontally. "Where is the guest room?"
"Upstairs, Mr. Tingye, please follow me this way." The butler respectfully took the lead.
Meimei, drunk, began to restlessly squirm in Dan Tingye's arms, like a little piglet, evading all his attempts to hold her still.
