Allen didn't answer the question, just glanced at his face, and then sat down quietly. David didn't want to ask any more questions, and began to talk to other people. His frolicking was a fun party.
Although it was a little annoying, for he kept nagging, Leon Lai Ming inadvertently appreciated David's jokes, and it was not until it became dark that he was surprised. There was a sudden change in Davie's posture as she spoke, and from sitting talking, the posture was insufficient, the posture became unstable, and her face became very red, even though her skin color was tan.
Like a drunk. . . But he didn't drink.
Davie never touched the damn wine.
Since you don't drink, how can you get drunk?
To this, Allen narrowed his eyes doubtfully, looking for if he had missed anything, didn't even see David drinking, and suddenly realized strangely.
Or. . .