Ji Jue opened his eyes.
Then he realized... he was suffocating!
In the reflection of the mirror by the bed, his face was already turning blue and purple, as if he was being strangled by a giant python, completely unable to breathe, and had no idea how long he'd been deprived of oxygen.
Then, he felt the arm wrapped around his neck, rely an unconscious contraction in sleep, like a guillotine.
It wasn't just the neck, even his waist had a rear naked choke fully ford from behind him...
Struggling with all his might, he managed to loosen that arm just a little.
Ji Jue gasped violently, and with a frightened look back, he saw Wen Wen's sleeping face still peaceful and calm, oh so sweet.
In stark contrast was her twisted sleeping posture, the pillow kicked to the floor, and a bit of drool at the corner of her mouth. Just a slight turn, and Ji Jue's neck felt like it would snap.
—This woman, her sleeping posture is frightfully terrible!
With a splitting headache, Ji Jue almost forgot what had happened, instinctively checking himself, both their clothes were still intact.
Fell asleep right after drinking yesterday, thankfully didn't go on a drunken rampage.
In contrast, it was like a tornado swept through the parking lot—the bedroom, the door left open, dishes and cups in disarray on the table, things scattered on the floor, and even the air was thick with the pungent sll of alcohol.
Still now, Ji Jue felt waves of dizziness before his eyes.
"Damn, just how much did I drink?"
"Two cases of beer, one case of baijiu." Isis replied calmly.
"That's not too bad."
Ji Jue breathed a sigh of relief, wiping cold sweat under the restraint: "That's not much this ti.
Isis paused for a mont, then continued to add: "In addition, there were four cases of whiskey, one case of brandy, sixteen bottles of rum, four bottles of yellow wine, and two bottles of the Sun Family's hundred-year-old Immortal's Drunkenness..."
"How is there that much?"
Ji Jue was dumbfounded: "Does the house have that much alcohol? And what's this Immortal's Drunkenness, what on earth is that?"
"After you had your fun drinking yesterday, you ordered it by phone from Tianping Comrce, express delivery service, three minutes to your doorstep." Isis praised: "No hesitation even at twenty-five tis the service fee, swiped the card without blinking, such rare generosity.
Oh, by the way, there's still a mountain piled up in your front yard, all unopened. The contents and quantities are even more amazing, do you need to report it in detail?"
"..."
Ji Jue was almost in tears just from hearing it: "Why didn't you stop ?"
The answer he got was a light screen projection in front of him.
[Isis, don't stop , I'm happy, what's wrong with having a drink with Sister Wen? Co on, let's keep on drinking, money? Just a bit of money, have them deliver it quickly!]
In the scene, after having his fill, Ji Jue rolled up his sleeves, one foot on a stool, energetically demonstrating how to chug from a bottle for everyone.
Too spectacular.
So spectacular that even he couldn't bear to watch.
Who could've thought that before being dragged into a dream of yellow millet, the first major injury would be to his own wallet?
Taking such a massive loss!!!
Ji Jue painfully closed his eyes, for a long ti, patting the arm still wrapped around his neck: "Sister Wen? Sister Wen, wake up, wake up... it's daylight."
Wen Wen continued sleeping, regardless of how hard Ji Jue shook her, halfway between sleep and wakefulness, she sluggishly opened her eyes a crack, her gaze blank, and upon recognizing the person before her, suddenly beca clear.
"Stop it, let sleep a bit longer."
She understood with a smile, then pulled Ji Jue back into an embrace, like hugging a giant stuffed doll, rubbing her cheek against Ji Jue's hair.
To fall deeply asleep once more.
In the darkness covering his eyes, Ji Jue didn't dare move a muscle.
He didn't even dare to breathe.
Just felt a gradually sharp gaze coming from the direction of the cara behind him, Isis's voice arose: "Sir, I think you may need a little help."
She said: "I'll go prepare the chainsaw."
"Uh... no, I'll, I'll do it now."
Ji Jue's whole body was stiff as he cautiously shifted, holding his breath, and before suffocation, finally managed to break free from the darkness, wriggling out of the hug, gasping intensely.
Then, he saw the red dot on the cara above, locked onto him.
"Looks like a lot happened that I wasn't aware of." Isis seed to sigh: "Shall I docunt it, sir?"
"Shh, we'll talk later..."
Ji Jue glanced back at the still-sleeping Wen Wen, carefully crawled out of bed, carrying his shoes, tiptoed out of the bedroom, and only after closing the door did he finally breathe out a sigh of relief.
Covering his face with a hand, a long sigh escaped him.
After the lingering effects of the alcohol rapidly dissipated, everything in the dream imdiately beca clear, and for a mont, he felt a complex mix of emotions.
Especially rembering that he would face two beatings as soon as he opened his eyes, the mix beca even more complicated!
"In any case, rember to help make an appointnt first thing later, Isis."
He stretched his stiff body and nearly broken neck, put on his shoes, and first opened the window to air the place out, surveying the ss, a headache looming.
He went to the bathroom, washed his face, and finally felt a bit refreshed.
Without even having ti to brush his teeth, he heard footsteps.
The sleepily staggering silhouette pushed open the door, yawning, in a half-dream state, looking at the dazed Ji Jue.
Suddenly, a devilish grin appeared.
Ji Jue didn't even have ti to ask 'why didn't you knock', when he felt a slap on his backside.
"Nice, got quite the curve there."
Wen Wen gave a rub, comnting: "You trying to seduce ?"
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