Huayu: That year, I withdrew from the Super Boy competition.

During the latter half of the meal, Hu Ge barely touched his chopsticks.

However, the table was still noisy.

Laughter from Tang Yan and Liu Shishi could be heard from time to time as they chatted about everything from gossip on set to everyday life, creating a lively atmosphere.

When he heard something funny, he would occasionally twitch the corners of his mouth.

But he kept drinking, one glass after another.

Halfway through his drink, he simply moved his cup next to Su Wei.

Su Wei was picking up some food when she saw this and looked up, a little puzzled.

Hu Ge didn't speak, but took the empty glass in front of him, filled it, pushed it towards him, and gently tapped the rim of the glass against his.

"Have one."

Su Wei was stunned for a moment, but he didn't ask any more questions. He put down his chopsticks, picked up the glass, touched it to his lips, and drank it down.

The cup was just put down when it was refilled.

"Again."

After clinking glasses three times, Su Wei put down her glass and realized what was going on.

The awkwardness between Hu Ge and Yang Mi was obvious to the entire crew.

But he couldn't tell anyone about this, and he certainly couldn't take his emotions out on the woman.

The table was full of familiar faces, but Su Wei, a newcomer who had only been there for a short time, was the most suitable person to have a couple of drinks with.

There was no explanation, no comfort; a single clink of glasses said it all.

Su Wei neither pointed it out nor offered any advice.

He picked up his cup and quietly kept her company.

After a few rounds of drinks, Hu Ge got completely drunk and had to be helped into the car by two stagehands.

As he was being lifted into the car, he mumbled something, but no one could hear him.

Once the car door closed, his head slumped against the backrest, and he remained completely still.

Su Wei stood in the wind for a while, and the effects of the alcohol had mostly dissipated.

He's never had a bad tolerance for alcohol.

Furthermore, Hu Ge had already drunk quite a bit before drinking with him, and the half-drunk man was pulling the sober man to drink, so the effects of the alcohol were not evenly distributed.

Apart from a slight stomach ache, he was fine.

The others were in various states.

Huo Jianhua and Liu Shishi held teacups throughout the entire event, occasionally raising their glasses as a gesture of respect.

At this moment, neither of them blushed nor out of breath, they were the two most sober people at the table.

Tang Yan laughed all night; no one knew why her threshold for laughter was so low.

When she's happy, she's naturally in high spirits, and she drinks without any restraint.

She was leaning softly against Liu Shishi's shoulder, her cheeks flushed, and she was muttering something to herself.

Yang Mi leaned against the other side, looking like she hadn't drunk much, but her face was flushed red, her eyes were pink, and she looked listless, like a wilted eggplant.

The group split up in cars at the restaurant entrance.

Liu Shishi wanted to reach out to help Yang Mi, but her wrist was gently pushed away without being noticed.

Yang Mi swayed and threw herself into Su Wei's arms, holding his arms tightly with both hands, resting her head on his shoulder, her voice soft and sticky.

"I want Su Wei to give me a ride."

Liu Shishi tried again, but as soon as her fingertips touched her shoulder, the girl twisted her body away. She repeated the process.

"I want Su Wei to send it."

Liu Shishi looked up at Su Wei, her eyes filled with a mixture of helplessness, amusement, and a hint of "you figure it out yourself."

She patted Su Wei's arm and said with a smile:

"In that case, the important task of sending Mimi here will be entrusted to you."

After saying that, he turned around and went to help Tang Yan, who was almost collapsed on the ground.

Huo Jianhua lent a hand, and the two helped the person walk to another car.

Yang Mi's hotel was not with the film crew; it was arranged separately by the "Dream of the Red Chamber" crew and was not far from the restaurant.

Su Wei hailed a taxi and helped the person into the back seat.

The driver glanced in the rearview mirror, then stepped on the gas without expression.

Su Weike has been through a lot of trouble along the way.

Yang Mi grumbled about the heat and wanted to open the window, but when the cold wind blew in, she shrank her neck and cried out that she was cold and wanted to close it.

She said she felt dizzy and leaned on his shoulder, but after a couple of minutes she sat up straight, frowned, and said she felt nauseous.

Su Wei accompanied him the whole way, clutching a plastic bag.

She didn't throw up, but she kept thrashing around, using his arm as a human cushion and hugging it tightly.

Su Wei's forearm was gripped tightly, and when she looked down, she saw several faint finger marks on it.

A slight thought crossed his mind.

A drunk person is weak all over and can't grab things accurately, so where does he get such strong hands?

The thought only flashed through his mind for a moment, and he didn't delve into it, simply assuming it was a drunkard's instinctive reaction.

Soon, the car stopped downstairs at the hotel.

Su Wei got out of the car first and went around to the other side to help her.

Yang Mi squatted by the roadside, head down, motionless.

"Can you walk?"

Su Wei leaned down and asked a question.

She slowly raised her head, her eyes hazy, and looked at him for two seconds.

Suddenly she stretched out both hands and held them in front of him, clearly asking for a hug.

Su Wei looked around; there weren't many people at the hotel entrance late at night.

Without thinking further, he bent down, supported her knees and back, and lifted her up in his arms.

She looks lighter than she actually is.

Although the down jacket is fluffy, you can still vaguely feel the lines of the waist and abdomen.

The moment her arms tightened, Su Wei clearly felt the person in her arms stiffen.

It lasted only a short time, and then immediately softened, like a pool of boneless water.

But that subconscious tension is definitely not the reaction of a drunk person.

Su Wei paused for half a second, then resumed her normal steps and carried the person inside.

Upon reaching the room door, Su Wei looked down and said, "Where's the room key? Take it out."

Yang Mi snuggled against him, reaching into her pocket, but couldn't find it no matter how hard she tried. The more anxious she became, the less she could find it.

Su Wei freed one hand, reached into her down jacket pocket, and her fingertips brushed against the fabric, quickly finding the room key.

He could clearly feel that the person in his arms was breathing more heavily in the few seconds it took him to take out his card.

After swiping open the door, Su Wei went straight to the bedside, bent down, and gently placed the person on it.

Yang Mi rolled over, facing inwards, her movements fluid and without the slightest stumble.

Su Wei straightened up, moved her numb arms, and looked down at the person on the bed.

The warm yellow light in the room cast a pale red glow on her neck, which then spread upwards, staining the tips of her ears and even giving her earlobes a pinkish hue.

The doubts that had arisen along the way suddenly came together.

Excessive strength in her hands, precise reach, the momentary stiffness when she was lifted up, the smooth movements when she was turned over, and her ears burning hot at this moment.

This doesn't look like a drunk person at all.

It was clearly just him being harassed by the alcohol.

Yang Mi was indeed pretending to be drunk.

He had drunk quite a bit of alcohol, and his head was a little heavy, but he was still very conscious and far from being unconscious.

As for her reasons for doing this:

Half of it was to avoid trouble.

If he were truly awake, he would inevitably be questioned about that embarrassing incident with Hu Ge.

The other half is the little secret she keeps to herself.

Having finally managed to spend some time alone with Su Wei, I decided to use the excuse of being drunk to test his temper.

Seeing that the person didn't react, Su Wei raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything or leave immediately.

He took half a step forward, leaned closer, and said, "Hey, stop pretending."

The person on the bed didn't move.

But the eyelashes hanging on the side of her face trembled almost imperceptibly.

"Fairy, I'm really leaving."