Addison didn't say anything further and waved her hand dismissively. "It's nothing." She had just carefully observed Lance, but he suddenly gave her a dazed, tipsy feeling. One moment, he seemed drunk; the next, he didn't. Addison couldn't quite figure out what was going on. Is he pretending? Or is it ... something else? Her heart was full of doubt, but she didn't let it show on her face. Instead, she kept up a carefree act. "Come on, let's drink!" It didn't matter anymore. For Harvey's sake ... Even if Lance wasn't drunk today, she was willing to risk everything to force him into it. Grabbing her glass, Addison fought against the discomfort in her stomach and downed the entire drink in one go. Lance glanced at her, a trace of surprise flashing in his eyes. Since when could she drink like this? Drinking so much—if her stomach started to feel uncomfortable later ... Lance's brows furrowed unconsciously, and his gaze softened with a hint of concern. "Your turn. Drink." Addison didn't notice Lance's expression; she was completely focused on her mission to get him drunk. After finishing the drink in her hand, she eagerly refilled the glass for the man across from her. She raised an eyebrow at him. But Lance suddenly seemed genuinely drunk. He slumped halfway onto the table, his dazed eyes staring off into the distance without a word. Barely half a second later, as if overcome by sudden exhaustion, he leaned straight over against the glass window beside him. "What's wrong?" Addison was startled. Worried he might hit his head on the glass window, she quickly reached out to support his head.Lance's head naturally rested on her shoulder, his dark eyelashes trembling slightly. "Lance? Are you asleep?" There was no response. Addison didn't dare move and continued to test the waters. "Lance, are you drunk?" Still no answer. Is he really drunk??? She slowly pushed him back, propping his body against the chair to prevent him from hitting the glass again. Then, she stood up, walked to the front of him, and waved a hand in his face. "Lance? "Lance, wake up! I'm calling you." She called out several times before he finally stirred, opening his eyes. His gem-like eyes, slightly hazy with a misty sheen, glimmered faintly, and a light blush spread behind his ears. Their gazes met, and Addison blinked, a thought popping into her mind—Lance really seemed drunk this time.She had to admit, a drunk Lance was completely different from his usual self. The usually cold and stoic demeanor had melted away, leaving him vulnerable, unexpectedly soft, and even a little adorable. "Lance, are you really drunk ... " She raised her voice, calling out repeatedly in his ear. Perhaps it was her voice that roused him; the man, still bleary-eyed, opened his mouth to speak, "Who said ... I-I'm drunk? I ... I'm not drunk at all." "Really?" Drunk people always insist they aren't, and it seemed Lance was no exception. "Give me another jug. I can still drink." "Drink more? If you keep drinking, you're going to die." Although Addison wanted to pour him another glass to make sure he was completely drunk, she held back, considering his health.