Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“Brother Ting, are you drunk?” Su Cheng put down his glass of wine and looked at the blushed Huo Yunting.
Huo Yunting put down his glass and asked, “Do I look drunk?”
“You do not look drunk; you are freaking drunk!”
Su Cheng was convinced, but he found that the corners of his mouth arched upward slightly.
This smile… It looked like someone was going to be his victim.
Huo Yunting suddenly got to his feet and walked out. “I have drank too much. I’d better go.”
“Brother Ting, did you not say drink until we drop, and friends for life?”
Huo Yunting said nothing. He did not even look back. Most likely, he was going to his beloved sister’s place.
He could not really understand what was so good about settling down, which basically meant losing freedom.
He would prefer being single, be free but not loved.
Damn, he suddenly felt bitter; he must have not drank enough.
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Lu Zhaoyang did not stay back for long; it was only half an hour. She just did not want to see Su Cheng.
She took a nice shower, had a facial mask, and then lay in bed with her eyes shut, emptying her mind. It never felt so good.
Suddenly, the sound of horn was heard downstairs. She wondered if she was too sensitive; she could recognize that it was the horn of Huo Yunting’s car.
She immediately pulled the mask off her face, went to the window, opened the curtains, and peeped at the black sports car below.
Sure enough, it was him.
Did he not go to have fun with his friends? Why did he come back so early?
Not long after she closed the curtains, the doorbell rang. Reluctantly, Lu Zhaoyang opened the door.
A burst of alcohol attacked her nostrils as a tall figure fell on her, and a pair of hands clamped her like an iron chain.
“Lu Zhaoyang… I am drunk.” Huo Yunting staggered forward.
Lu Zhaoyang stepped back as he leaned on her. The strong smell of alcohol was overwhelming.
“I know you are drunk, but what are you doing here?”
“This is my home.” Huo Yunting did not forget to kick open the bedroom room.
Nonsense, it was obviously her home.
“Honey, I feel like throwing up.” Huo Yunting had his entire body weight on her.
“Hold on, do not puke in the living room.” She dragged him into the shower with all her might.
Huo Yunting buried his head in her arms, smirking.
Once in the shower, Lu Zhaoyang found that he was wrapping his arms around her waist, and found it difficult to turn him around.
She opened the toilet lid and said with the flinch of her shoulder. “Hey, let go of your hands.”
The drunken man was still so strong. Was Huo Yunting really drunk?
But with the strong alcohol smell, reddish face and his entire body weight on her, it did not seem to be fake.
Cough.
Huo Yunting sat on the floor and pulled her down with him.
How disgusting it was.
Did he want to puke before her eyes?
“Help yourself while I will prepare some hangover soup.” Lu Zhaoyang got away from him and glanced back with her mouth twitched. But then, she still turned and walked away.
Why did he drink so much? Didn’t he care about his image?
Huo Yunting was not drunk; he was not throwing up but just faking it. He occasionally flushed the toilet—a ruse to evade suspicion.
Lu Zhaoyang had just walked into the kitchen, and then she heard his voice. She ran back out and saw him standing there, leaning on the wall, half dead.
Spectacular acting skill.
