And she, it seemed, was one of those captivated by him. His smile was truly beautiful.
Yet usually, he did not often show such a smile. This could not help but be a regret.
"Are you... still drunk?" She snapped back to reality after a while and asked. His breath, and his smile at this moment, seemed to have a special magic power, intoxicating her, as if she was the one who was drunk, even though she hadn't touched any wine.
"No, I am very sober..." he murmured softly, moving his face a little closer to hers, his breath spilling over her face, making her mind seem even more dazed.
Was he really not drunk? She looked at him, smelling the scent of alcohol on him, noticing a slight redness on his face from the alcohol, and although his eyes appeared clear, they seemed shrouded in mist, so he was still drunk, right? Usually, drunk people insist they aren't.
"Fine, you're very sober, then get up for a moment and take off your suit." She said, still speaking as if to a drunken person.
