When Xie Xingchen came looking, Lu Mingshu was sitting alone on the rooftop drinking.
"Wow, how rare! You're secretly drinking alone!" Xie Xingchen popped up from behind, snatched the bottle from her hand, took a big gulp, and then mumbled to himself, "Didn't realize until I smelled it, now the craving for alcohol is all coming back."
In the past, he used to frequent the dangerous river, and to resist the fog over the river, he developed the habit of drinking. Later, because she didn't like it, he went through great efforts to quit the alcohol addiction.
It's been many years since he last touched alcohol, but suddenly smelling it made him almost lose control.
The bottle was taken, but Lu Mingshu didn't try to take it back, instead she just leaned back and looked up at the sky.
"This is so uncomfortable, lean on me!" Xie Xingchen spontaneously adjusted her position to make her more comfortable.
Lu Mingshu just glanced at him, not saying anything.
