Actually, it makes perfect sense. Right now, Ahtal is the King of Ash, and there's no liquor in this world that could truly get him drunk.
Unless Ahtal chooses to get drunk voluntarily.
"Should I get drunk?" Xi Mu set down his knife and fork and asked. Yijelika arched her delicate brows, blinked gently, and said:
"If you don't get drunk, how will my daughter ever have a chance?"
The atmosphere suddenly became subtle.
Xi Mu glanced at the White-haired Lolita, who was cradling a glass of juice, attempting to mask her expression, her ruby-like eyes flickering.
Clearly, she was lost in thought.
"Lord Ahtal, care for a drink?" Yijelika raised her wine glass and gently clinked it with Ahtal's.
Xi Mu downed his glass of red wine in one gulp, then raised a hand to rub his forehead. "I think I might be a little drunk."
White-haired Lolita: "…"
