Perhaps it was Nangong Ran's gaze that made Di Mingchen feel a bit guilty, but he still thought she had drunk enough and really shouldn't drink any more.
"Xiaoran, be good, listen..." Although Di Mingchen didn't let go, his tone softened, coaxing her affectionately.
"Is it that whatever I do, you have to go against me?" Nangong Ran stubbornly looked at him, excitement welling in her heart, and in her unstable emotions, she blurted out her grievances, "What makes you think I'm going to hurt myself with the beer bottle? To self-harm? Why can't I just have a drink? Why does it have to be whatever you say? What makes you think you have me completely under your control? You're way too self-absorbed! You arrogant narcissist!"
"I..." Facing her accusations, Di Mingchen was a little confused. "I'm just doing it for your own good..."
