Theo Hammond was a very good drinker. When he was drunk, he would not make a fuss or brag, nor would he throw a tantrum and complain. He would just lazily lie in the passenger seat, staring out the window in a daze for a while, then turn around and smile at the driver. The most outrageous thing he did was that he insisted on dragging Langston Xing's right hand into his arms and holding it.
Langston Xing could only control the steering wheel with one hand, freeing up one hand to pass it to Theo Hammond. At this moment, Theo Hammond looked too much like a cat pestering its owner and acting coquettishly. Not only did he not have any temper at all, but he was also very clingy, which was completely different from his usual attitude towards others.
Langston Xing was distracted as he looked down at his calm and focused face as he fiddled with his fingers. He swallowed his saliva, pursed his lower lip, and said, "Wine is a good thing. You should drink it more often in the future."
Theo Hammond seemed to understand, but also seemed to not hear clearly. He raised his head and thought for a while, then closed his eyes and pressed his temples, and whispered as if he was blaming someone: "I won't drink anymore, I'll feel dizzy." Then he tilted his head slightly to look at Langston Xing and asked: "Do you want me to drink?"
Langston Xing: ...
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