"Drunk." Liu An put the cup on the table, raised his head and looked straight at Song Qing. "Really drunk?" Song Qing looked at him, holding a glass of wine in his hand. "I'm so drunk that I can't walk." Liu An opened his arms. It was obvious that he wanted Song Qing to hug him. "Pa", the sound of the wine glass being placed on the table, the wine in the glass was poured into the glass in one gulp, "Haha, okay, take your little drunk cat back." "Song Fengzheng, let's..." As the two of them walked away, the last words were lost in the wind. PS: This is a short, brainless, sweet article. The author's writing is not good, so be careful. Everyone is welcome to criticize and correct me, please do not make personal attacks.
Concept: sweet love