Gan Ling held her cup and said to Liu Zhizhong, "Zhizhong, co on, let toast you, brother. No one knows what the weather will be like tomorrow, but whatever it is, the sun will still rise. Let's drink up, shall we?"
Liu Zhizhong clicked his tongue as he looked at his cup and then at hers.
Both were full!
Full of aromatic mixed liquor, red, yellow, green intertwined, very layered - Da Xing's cocktail making skills.
But Liu Zhizhong felt a bit overwheld, "Sister Ling, my professor said... said... what about a pleasant tipsy?"
Gan Ling's delicate face, with a captivating smile that tugged at the heartstrings.
Eyes bright as starlight, lips as red as intoxicating blood!
"Yes, this is tipsy! I'm a bit tipsy, how about you?"
"I..." Liu Zhizhong shook his head, the liquor in the cup almost spilling out, "I've lost... I'm drunk..."
Da Xing, as if nothing had happened, rolled his eyes at him, "Useless!"
Xiao Xing: "Truly!"
Liu Zhizhong looked frustrated, "Can't drink, can't drink..."
But he still downed it in one go.
Gan Ling exclaid, tried to stop him, but he didn't stop, he really drank it all.
Then...
Then...
Liu Zhizhong felt quite blurred anyway.
Gan Ling and Da Xing and Xiao Xing kept drinking; that's their version of tipsy.
Liu Zhizhong lay on the table like a fool, sotis looking at one, sotis at the other, amusingly.
They stopped asking him to drink, just laughed at his foolishness.
Later, it seems Xiao Xing went to the RV, got a harmonica from her suitcase, and started playing a lodious tune.
Apparently, even the dogs in Gan's Village opposite, which had barked suddenly in surprise, fell silent, seemingly enchanted.
Anyway, Liu Zhizhong was drunk, seemingly babbling intermittently and drunkenly, "Xiao Xing... Sister Xiao Xing... mouth skills... good mouth skills... blowing... blowing nicely... keep playing... I like it..."
Did Xiao Xing give him a confident smile? Well, it seems...
In the end, Liu Zhizhong knew nothing...
For the first ti in his life, Demon Liu got drunk, truly drunk, dead drunk!
Fortunately, he had the restraint, really drunk yet not out of line at all.
The next morning...
As the first bird call from Mogu Lake sounded, a busy yet peaceful day began.
It was around eight in the morning when Liu Zhizhong opened his eyes.
He glanced at the ti and flipped up from the bed, darn, it's already 8:25!
He slept really long!
He really drank a lot!
Hmm?
I slept on the lower bed?
Where are they?
Liu Zhizhong sat on the lower bed, looked around, the driver's seat and the co-driver's seat lay reclined backward.
Thank goodness, he sobered up quickly, feeling refreshed now.
Stepping out of the car, looking around, he was astonished.
The stove, chairs, everything had been put away.
Under the big tree to the left, was an exceptionally large, brand-new Unimog RV!
The RV's awning was extended, and underneath, Shi Jing and Xu Jiao were leisurely drinking tea. They looked at Liu Zhizhong, faces full of charming smiles with unending affection.
Not far away, four dashing female bodyguards stood by the water, accompanying Gan Ling.
Today's weather was sowhat overcast, without sunshine. Gan Ling was free, rare to stand under the sky, by the water, gazing lostly at her mother's grave on the opposite.
Da Xing and Xiao Xing, where are they?
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