"Sister, don't fall, sit here." Seeing Qi Nichang looking dizzy and about to fall, Quan Qiyang helped her kneel by Chen Mo's right side.
Chen Mo knew that some people simply couldn't handle alcohol and would turn red-faced upon drinking. He thought Consort Yu was such a person, so he didn't find her behavior strange.
Quan Qiyang intended to play matchmaker for his sister and continuously encouraged them to drink. The wine he poured for his sister had an additive he had prepared in advance, which could stimulate one's passions and bolster courage.
Qi Nichang felt her head spin, and her body grew somewhat hot. She didn't know why she felt shy and restless, her fair neck turning red. Unwittingly, she leaned towards Chen Mo, but then she regained some clarity and hurriedly tried to pull away, only for her waist to be caught in Chen Mo's embrace.
Chen Mo wasn't oblivious; when a beauty throws herself into his arms, there's no need to pretend to be proper.
