Several jars of wine later, it was late at night.
Zheng Xiu had dozed off for a moment before Xie Luohe slapped him awake. Xie Yunliu was sprawled limply on his back on the floor, ignored by all. Chu Chengfeng and Wen Shishan were nowhere to be found, and the area around the table was a complete wreck.
Xie Luohe's cheeks were flushed red, like two peach blossoms. She smiled and patted Zheng Xiu's cheek until he opened his eyes. Xie Luohe laughed and said, "I'm drunk. Help me back to my room."
"You're not Feng Bei... Go back by yourself!"
Zheng Xiu buried his head back in the crook of his arm, having no intention of dealing with her.
Xie Luohe narrowed her eyes, grabbed Zheng Xiu's topknot, and lifted his head. Then, she pried his eyelids open with two fingers.
"Xie Luohe, stop messing around."
Xie Luohe gave a dazzling smile, her eyes hiding a deep, tender affection.
"What if I told you... that right now, I *am* Feng Bei?"
...
Zheng Xiu swore.
