"Shaless."
"Despicable."
In the next room, the won barely stopped their "greetings" toward Li Feng.
Fang Ting bit her pearl-like teeth, her face flushed red, whether from the effects of alcohol or the embarrassnt from being watched with lecherous eyes while doing a handstand.
"Another round."
Fang Ting, annoyed, walked to the bar and picked up a Bomb Drink as if it were Li Feng himself, swallowing it down in one gulp.
"Where the hell did you co from?" Fang Ting asked Li Feng directly. Although she could hold her liquor, the handstand seed to make the alcohol hit her all at once, and she was a bit dizzy.
"Or rather, who are you?"
Li Feng t the resolution in Fang Ting’s eyes, picked up a glass, and drank it all in one go: "I’ll penalize myself with one drink."
Li Feng picked up another glass and emptied it, then looked at Fang Ting: "What ga should we play this ti? How about you do twenty push-ups?"
Fang Ting glared fiercely at Li Feng, flabbergasted that he seed to be ducking the challenge: "You..."
"The rules were set by you, I haven’t broken any, have I? You’re not backing out, are you?"
Li Feng turned the tables on her and, after Fang Ting glared at him for a long mont, huffing angrily, she conceded: "Fine, just twenty push-ups, I’ll do them."
Fang Ting moved to a clear space; twenty push-ups were not difficult for her, and she finished them in minutes, but as she stood up, she felt a heat throughout her body.
Li Feng let out a slight chuckle at this sight; the potency of a Bomb Drink was not to be underestimated, and exercise undoubtedly sped up blood circulation, which in turn would allow alcohol to quickly numb the body’s nerves and eventually reach the neural center of the brain.
To put it simply, Fang Ting was getting drunk.
If she could have handled ten drinks before, now she would lose at least a third of her "combat power." Fang Ting steadied herself, walked over to the bar with a flirty glance at Li Feng, picked up a Bomb Drink, suppressed the tumult inside her and downed it once more.
"You don’t want to answer that question, fine, I’ll ask another: What do you do for a living, you must have a job, right?"
Li Feng watched Fang Ting, silently picked up his glass as she gritted her teeth watching his movents, nearly going mad inside—what the hell did this guy an.
"Hold on."
"Add a rule: avoid a question once, drink an extra glass; twice, drink two."
"That’s cheating."
Li Feng squinted and said, to which Fang Ting sniffed dismissively: "Yes, I am cheating, what’s wrong with that? If you don’t want to continue, just say so."
Li Feng watched Fang Ting’s pouting, picked up the glass, and finished the rest of his drink. Fang Ting snorted coldly, reached for the bottle and started pouring. "Not enough."
"You’re planning to get drunk, what are you trying to do?" Li Fengtu called her out, waking Fang Ting up halfway from her drunken stupor. Oh no, had she been too impulsive? Did this guy see through her?
Just when Fang Ting felt a bit nervous, Li Feng’s head dropped slightly, and with a plop, he fell over onto the bar.
Oh.
Fang Ting blinked twice in astonishnt as Li Feng went down: "Hey, get up, stop faking."
"Hey, stop pretending."
Fang Ting gave Li Feng another push. He didn’t move at all—had he really passed out?
Wondering internally, Fang Ting viciously pushed Li Feng, who plopped from the chair onto the floor without any sign of struggle.
Fang Ting circled the bar and looked down disdainfully at the snoring Li Feng, spitting: "I thought you could really hold your liquor. Great acting."
Thinking back to the "humiliation" by Li Feng, Fang Ting felt indignant and kicked him twice: "Stinking man, trying to get fresh with ."
"Ding-dong."
Fang Ting twisted her body and walked to the entrance. She opened the door, and several girls from the next room filed in.
"Is he really drunk?"
"Mmm-hmm, is there any doubt? My super Bomb Drink isn’t just for show. You’ve been through it too. I almost capsized in the gutter."
"Cut the chatter and stick to the plan. Start by stripping off his clothes."
"Where’s my DSLR? I want to take the pictures myself." Fang Ting spoke fiercely, filled with pent-up rage.
"Thinking you can pose and not face consequences?"
Li Feng lay on the ground, feeling soone undoing his clothes and tugging at his pants. Had he encountered so kind of scam?
Life really is full of surprises; anything can happen.
Li Feng suddenly opened his eyes. The beauty squatting down undoing his clothes was now eye to eye with him, and they silently gazed at each other for two seconds.
"Ah!"
In the next instant, the girl scread piercingly, scared and plopping down on the ground.
"What’s wrong, Nan Nan?"
"He, he..."
"Is playing dead."
The girl who was pulling down Li Feng’s pants looked up at him, now sitting up and looking at her, and scread in fright too.
"You, you were supposed to be blackout drunk. You tricked ."
Fang Ting looked at Li Feng sitting up, her face full of disbelief. Li Feng’s eyes swept over the living room that now contained several additional girls, all of them quite stunning and each with their own unique charm.
Seeing them, a certain phrase unbidden ca to Li Feng’s mind.
"A beauty by birth, yet choosing to be a thief."
Li Feng patted his bottom, stood up, and glanced at Fang Ting, "I saw right through your hidden agenda. Did you think I’d really be drunk? You don’t think all n are driven by their lower halves, unable to resist you?"
Fang Ting wanted to retort but refrained upon hearing Li Feng’s words.
"As the saying goes, ’wealth should not be flaunted.’ You’re trying to pull a scam on , and judging by how you’re all working together and your looks, it seems plenty of n have fallen for it."
"You think we’re running a scam?"
"Am I wrong?"
As Li Feng spoke, he walked over to the living room, suddenly reaching into a flowerpot and yanking out a pinhole cara. Turning around, he walked to a TV cabinet and pulled another cara from a decorative piece.
Twisting his body, he took a short run, stepped onto the sofa, and leaped up to the air vent above where he removed another cara.
Li Feng dropped the three pinhole caras on the ground and walked towards Fang Ting, who defensively put her hands in front of herself, "What are you planning to do?"
Li Feng grabbed Fang Ting’s wrist, reached into her hair on one side, and pulled out a Bluetooth earpiece from her ear, then tore off a button from her clothes and threw it on the ground, crushing it underfoot.
"You went to all this trouble—don’t tell you’ve taken a liking to and want to play dirty tricks on ."
Nolan Zhi and the other girls felt a little embarrassed, never expecting their setup to be completely uncovered by Li Feng.
"We’re not scamrs," one girl denied vehently. What a joke, they couldn’t afford to be associated with that kind of reputation.
Li Feng looked at the girl denying it, his mouth quirking into a slight smile.
"It doesn’t matter if you don’t admit it. The night is long; I’ve got plenty of ti to make you talk," Li Feng said and then cracked his neck.
"What are you going to do?"
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