Although she was drunk, Xia Wanyuan was still conscious, but her limbs were a little weak.
Knowing that the person beside her was Jun Shiling, Xia Wanyuan let down her guard and leaned into his arms.
Come, have some hangover soup."
Jun Shiling was originally in the company. After sending Xia Wanyuan a WeChat message, he suddenly remembered that on this day, Xia Wanyuan would definitely drink more. Jun Shiling was really worried about her alcohol tolerance, so he rushed over.
"No." Xia Wanyuan tilted her head and frowned slightly. She did not like the taste of the hangover soup.
"You won't feel bad after drinking it." Jun Shiling handed the cup back.
"No, I won't feel bad if you coax me." The drunk Xia Wanyuan's actions gradually turned gentle.
"How?" Jun Shiling was amused by Xia Wanyuan's expression and put down the hangover soup in his hand.
