Looking at her sinister expression, Xiahou Huan'er knew that she was doomed this time.
"I drink." If you die, you will die. Isn't it just drinking?
Xiahou Huan'er took the risk, picked up the bottle of white wine, and drank heavily. The high-altitude white wine slipped into his throat, immediately giving off an extremely bitter and pungent taste.
The zombies watching cheered her up.
So bitter, so spicy, so choking...
She has a stubborn temper that refuses to admit defeat, but does not allow her to stop.
Xiahou Huan'er held her breath, endured the discomfort, and kept swallowing the overwhelming and choking white wine.
Amidst the warm applause, Xiahou Huan'er finally drank up the bottle of white wine. The smell of alcohol hit her head, and her cheeks turned red. Her head began to feel dizzy, and her heart felt stuffy. This was the rhythm of getting drunk.
She shook the empty wine bottle and said with a smile: "Drink it all, I'm going back."
"Go back and have a good rest, and remember not to be late tomorrow." Wild Rose let her go with satisfaction.
Xiahou Huan'er stood up, only to feel that the world was spinning and she almost lost her footing.
A zombie immediately supported her and asked kindly: "Miss Xiahou, let me help you go back."
"Thank you, I can go back by myself." Xiahou Huan'er rejected his kindness, staggered out of the pavilion and walked into the rain curtain. Being drenched by the cold rain, her chaotic head sobered up and she found the direction back to her residence.
, and walked quickly.
The liquor had a strong stamina. After walking in the rain for a while, she still felt dizzy, her whole body felt hot, and she felt very depressed.
It was so hot, like being in a stove, she felt dizzy, and felt like vomiting. Her legs were unable to walk anymore. She fell limply to the ground and began to roll.
In the haze, she seemed to see someone walking towards her in front of her. She was so dizzy that she couldn't see the other person's face clearly.
"We've only just met each other, why are you so drunk?" Han Hai, who happened to be passing by, squatted down next to her, smelled a strong smell of alcohol, frowned, and reached out to remove the hair scattered on her face.
Looking away, I couldn't help but feel my heart tremble when I saw her face, which was like a red cloud.
"Haha... red eyes... you are Dongfang Xing... don't swing around... you make me feel dizzy..." Xiahou Huan'er was drunk with the smell of alcohol on her head. She giggled and stretched out her arms.
I held both sides of his face with my hands, trying to stabilize his head, but who knew it would shake him even more violently. I couldn't help but lose my temper and slap him on the face, and even complained first: "I told you to stop shaking.
You're still shaking."
She hit him?
Han Hai had never been slapped in the face by a woman before, and his red eyes flashed with violent murderous intent.
Xiao Nizi, who still didn't know whether she was alive or dead, slowly stood up and came close to his face. She stared at him with unfocused eyes, feeling very strange.
"Hey, why do I feel different... aren't you Dongfang Xing? Who are you?"
Hanhai looked at her coldly and asked, "How do you know I'm not Dongfang Xing?"
Xiahou Huan'er giggled again: "How about I kiss you...I remember the...smell of kissing him..." As he said that, he pouted his mouth and slowly moved towards him.
Looking at her red lips that were getting closer, he subconsciously wanted to push her away. He raised his arm, but put it on her shoulder. There was no movement. His fiery red eyes, full of the smell of blood, seemed to be ignited with clusters of flames.
, he lowered his eyes without moving, waiting for her kiss.
