Picking up the wine jar and setting it aside, he walked past Yu Sui, who was hugging Tang Wan's thigh and sleeping soundly. Moving to Zhou Li's side, Zhuge Qing leaned over with slender, fair fingers, pinching Zhou Li's cheek.
Interesting.
Beside him, Xu Xuan, her arms crossed, her black dress particularly vibrant in the dawn light, looked at Zhuge Qing and teased, "Doesn't the Taoist Priest usually enjoy bustling events? Why didn't you go for a drink last night?"
"Monastics do not take pleasure in drinking."
Zhuge Qing, with a faint smile, continued to poke Zhou Li's cheek and said, "Moreover, this is a gathering of my pupil and his classmates. If an elder like me joined, it would probably make them uncomfortable."
"Master, stop it."
Zhou Li turned over to dodge Zhuge Qing's fingers. Seeing this, Zhuge Qing's eyes curved even more merrily.
"Ah, the bond between classmates..."
