"Alright." She couldn't tell if he was drunk. He seemed sober enough to sweep her up into his arms and carry her to the bedroom, yet this boyish impatience was nothing like the Fu Yanshi she knew—the man whose composure bordered on cold indifference. It was Xu Qinghuan who felt drunk, the world spinning around her. Time stretched on for so long that even the light on the ceiling seemed to sway wit