"Sister, don't fall, sit here." Seeing Qi Nichang looking dizzy and about to fall, Quan Qiyang supported her to kneel down next to Chen Mo's right hand.
Chen Mo knew that some people couldn't drink at all, and would get flushed after a sip. He thought Consort Yu was one of those people, so he didn't find her appearance strange.
Quan Qiyang was intent on building a bridge for his sister, continuously encouraging the two to drink, and the wine he poured for his sister had been spiked in advance. It could trigger desires and make people bolder.
Qi Nichang felt dizzy, her body warm and restless, suddenly shy and anxious, even her fair neck turned red. And then, as if by a spell, she leaned into Chen Mo's arms, but soon regained some clarity and quickly tried to push away, only for her waist to be held tight by Chen Mo.
Chen Mo wasn't slow-witted; a beauty was throwing herself into his arms, so why pretend to be a gentleman?
