Yang Qing wasn't sure how it happened, only that it happened fast; that one soft gulp quickly turned into him emptying the entire wine gourd in a single sip... at least it felt like a single sip, because his lips never left that gourd until nothing was flowing from it, filling him with all kinds of exhilaration and happiness as it completed its pilgrimage.
Yang Qing shook the wine gourd from side to side to examine whether it was truly empty, going as far as sticking his eye to the opening to confirm when it failed the swishing sound test.
Mmh, it is really empty, Yang Qing softly murmured in surprise, giving the gourd another once over before accepting the results with a casual, unbothered shrug as he reached for another, whistling joyfully as he did.
