Not in a questioning tone, but very certain.
"Drank some beer," Song Baiyan said, his eyes meeting Tang Li's doe-like eyes, a trace of interest surfacing in their depths. His voice slowed as he asked her, "Don't like having people who drink around you?"
"..." She did not mind it.
Tang Li had no choice but to explain: "I just smelled the alcohol, so I asked."
After a pause, she dryly added, "No other meaning."
Seeing her somewhat embarrassed expression, not overly precocious like usual, but rather the age-appropriate "impulsiveness," as vivid as when she emerged from behind the curtain, Song Baiyan's tone became even more generous and warm: "If you dislike it, I would need to stay further away from you."
That statement seemed to carry a hint of jest.
Tang Li curved her lips slightly, holding her head ornament, "I'm a bit thirsty, I'll go get some water."
After speaking, she walked towards the big tree.
She had only taken a few steps when Tang Li suddenly stopped.
