"How could I possibly drink this?"
Lin Hao’s face changed color again and again, and Li Feng turned to look at Lin Hao, "What’s wrong, doesn’t Young Master Lin give this face, or does Young Master Lin want to have a life and death struggle with ?"
Lin Hao stiffened his neck, and of course, cursed Li Feng bloody in his heart. If I could beat you, I would never let you off, life and death struggle it is then.
But these words Lin Hao didn’t dare say out loud. Previously, Zhao Dawei was beaten by Li Feng to a bloody pulp, hardly looking human anymore. That was a real beating, with every punch striking flesh, terrifying and painful.
Zhao Dawei, that guy, was trained in the Golden Bell Shield and Iron Cloth techniques and he was beaten to unconsciousness so much so that he was almost killed. If it were him, could he withstand even a couple of strikes?
Lin Hao swallowed hard. Li Feng, holding a large draft beer mug, walked straight up to Lin Hao, "Young Master Lin, drink up."
"I, Li Feng, always keep my word; if you drink it, I’ll let you go."
Li Feng looked at Lin Hao with a sinister smile, "Otherwise," Li Feng said, and then clenched the wine bottle in his hand.
Bang.
The bottle burst open in an instant, Lin Hao looked at the shattered bottle and gulped nervously. It seed there was no suspense to the choice he had to make.
"I’ll drink it, will you really let go?"
"I, Li Feng, always an what I say."
Li Feng handed the draft beer mug to Lin Hao. Lin Hao held the at least three to four jin heavy mug with both hands, still not daring to completely fall out with Li Feng.
Tilting his head back, he began to guzzle down the drink. However, after only a few sips, he choked. This was Bomb Drink, and a three-in-one mix at that. Even if it were sipped with a small wine cup, the pungency would be enough to make one feel their blood roil.
Cough, cough cough.
"No, I can’t do this anymore, I’ll give you money, let’s solve this with money, how about that?"
Li Feng’s mouth curled up with a chuckle, "Young Master Lin, I set just one condition, and yet you’re bargaining with . Do I look like I’m easy to talk to?"
Li Feng said, and then with one hand, he grabbed Lin Hao’s chin, and with a snap, directly dislocated Lin Hao’s jaw, positioning his face upright.
Lin Hao’s eyes bulged, making gasping sounds from his mouth.
Li Feng, smiling, picked up the draft beer mug and directly poured the Bomb Drink into Lin Hao’s mouth, "If you don’t drink, then I’ll help you out."
Lin Hao, mouth agape like a fish out of water, made gulping sounds in his throat as Li Feng poured the drink without spilling a drop, like an oil-seller, channeling the flow straight into Lin Hao’s mouth.
Naturally, Lin Hao couldn’t drink it all, and Li Feng simply tapped a couple of points on Lin Hao’s body, turning him rigid like a straw man, and the Bomb Drink went straight from his mouth into his stomach.
After a dozen seconds,
Li Feng poured out the last drop, looking at Lin Hao whose eyes were rolling back, he released the man’s jaw, "Young Master Lin really does have a good capacity for liquor. I’m impressed, very impressed."
At this mont, Lin Hao was in no state to listen to Li Feng’s nonsense. Bomb Drink, being a mix of three kinds of liquor with different alcohol concentrations, was sure to hit fast. Lin Hao only felt a burning sensation in his stomach that churned intensely.
His stomach reflexively tried to vomit; Li Feng extended his hand and pressed the jaw back into place, carrying Lin Hao into the restroom and shoved his head into the toilet, where Lin Hao vomited violently.
But vomiting did not an it was over; the alcohol had already seeped into his bloodstream, rushing rapidly to his head, making his body feel as though it might float away.
Ugh.
Lin Hao tried to stand up, but his body collapsed to the floor with a thud, and he lost consciousness.
Li Feng looked at the broken Lin Hao, a cold smile on his lips. This wasn’t the first ti; Li Feng’s principle was: I can spare you once, but never a second ti.
If you dare celebrate the first day of the new year, then don’t bla for celebrating the fifteenth.
Li Feng bent down to grab Lin Hao, wrapped him in a bath towel, hoisted him over his shoulder, and turned to leave the bathroom.
More than half an hour later, Li Feng ca back to the hotel room.
"Ugh!"
Wang Jin’er clutched her head as she gradually ca to, her mouth feeling dry and parched. Groggily, she lifted the covers and got out of bed to reach for the water cup on the bedside table, gulping it down until it was empty, which only then brought her so relief.
Then she felt a bit of discomfort in her stomach and hurriedly headed straight for the bathroom; it was only so ti later did Wang Jin’er groggily erge from the restroom and walk towards the bed, covering herself with the blankets and tossing and turning to find a comfortable position, intending to continue sleeping.
But just as she closed her eyes, her crashed brain seed to suddenly have a spark of realization, as if sothing wasn’t right.
Wang Jin’er had only slept for another ten seconds or so when she violently realized what was wrong—this wasn’t her ho.
Not ho.
What then?
Wang Jin’er forcefully opened her eyes and saw a person lying next to her.
"Ah!"
A piercing scream filled the bedroom as Wang Jin’er suddenly sat up, turning her head to look at Li Feng lying beside her.
"You, you, what the hell did you do?"
Through the dim light of the bedside lamp, Wang Jin’er looked down at herself and wanted to cry but had no tears—had she just lost her virginity in such a confused state?
"Li Feng, you beast, bastard, pervert!"
Wang Jin’er twisted her body and snatched up a pillow, hurling it at Li Feng.
Li Feng reached out and caught the pillow being thrown at him, sitting up to look at the extrely annoyed and blushing Wang Jin’er.
"Ha, finally awake. You really shouldn’t drink anymore in the future. You could be sold and still not know it."
"You, you dare say that."
Wang Jin’er looked at Li Feng through gritted teeth: "How could you be such a scoundrel? Even if we’re supposed to get married, our engagent isn’t even official yet, and we’re not close."
"Aren’t we familiar now?"
"Jerk."
Wang Jin’er looked at Li Feng, feeling that cooking raw rice into cooked rice certainly made them familiar, but this was not what she had imagined.
She had her virginity taken in such an absurd way.
"I’m going to fight you."
Feeling incredibly aggrieved, Wang Jin’er looked at Li Feng, who could still smile, and launched herself at him, fists flailing; she had to uphold justice.
Li Feng, caught off-guard, was pushed down by Wang Jin’er, who then grabbed a pillow and pumled him relentlessly, though Li Feng made no attempt to resist.
After beating him for a while, Wang Jin’er began to cry out pitifully. She felt completely wronged; she had only had one extra drink, and Li Feng took advantage of that. Where could she even begin to seek justice?
Even though they were destined to marry, this was different.
Li Feng looked at Wang Jin’er, whose tears stread down her cheeks, creating pitter-patter sounds as they fell, and he felt an inexplicable softness in his heart.
He reached out to wipe away Wang Jin’er’s tears: "Stop crying."
"Stop your pretense, there’s not a single good guy among you n." Wang Jin’er swatted away Li Feng’s hand, but cried even harder.
"What if I said I didn’t do anything, would you be disappointed?"
"Don’t try to fool ."
Wang Jin’er, with tears streaming down her face like pear blossoms in the rain, glared at Li Feng without thinking: "You’re trying to deny it, aren’t you? I can’t believe I didn’t see that you were this kind of person."
"Cough, Miss Big Shot, could it be that you’ve watched too many dramas and gotten too caught up in them? We’re fated to marry. If I really slept with you, would I need to shirk responsibility?"
Wang Jin’er blinked through her misty, tear-filled eyes.
"You didn’t sleep with ?"
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