It was clear that the current Su Qingdai belonged to the latter category, having restrained her cultivation, drunk three full cups, the sincerity of her feelings could not be questioned.
Everyone looked askance.
Zhao Rong's eyes showed appreciation as he explained softly, "You actually don't have to apologize to me, drinking the first cup of wine doesn't matter. You just need to apologize to little Qian'er and uncle Bai, and the next two cups of wine are for them."
Su Qingdai sat on Zhao Rong's lap, her lips pressed together as she nodded.
She stretched out her slightly drunk hand, refilled the now empty wine cup with tonight's fourth cup, and brought it to his lips, offering to feed him.
At this moment, the black-dressed fairy in Zhao Rong's arms seemed to have a softer expression on her proud and aloof face, and her normally cold voice also took on a slightly intoxicating drunkenness as she whispered,
"Then, my lord... please enjoy the wine."
