Staggering around the front of the car toward the elevator, Ye Wan pressed the elevator button and reached out to steady herself on the wall, only to clutch at air.
In the moment her body began to fall, Lu Changchuan scooped her up.
The expected thud of her hitting the ground never happened.
Ye Wan patted her chest and opened her eyes.
They brightened, "Lu Chuan, what a coincidence..."
Leaning on his arm, she straightened herself up and laughed, "It's so late, where are you heading to?"
Lu Changchuan: "...Wanwan, how much have you had to drink?"
"Not much."
Ye Wan shook her head and then counted on her fingers for a while, "Just... about ten bottles or so."
After speaking, as if worried Lu Changchuan would think she was drunk, Ye Wan stepped into the elevator and stood straight in the corner, "Let me tell you, Sister Wan's alcohol tolerance is no joke! Barely ten bottles, just a splash of water. Today I'm happy..."
So, it's that joyous events give one a buoyant spirit?
