Drunk
She threw a fist.
Shen Wuxiao threw scissors.
"Oh yeah, I won! Drink!" Catherine giggled.
Shen Wuxiao helplessly picked up a glass of baijiu and drained it in one gulp.
Catherine even reminded him, "You're not allowed to use your qi to disperse the alcohol, or it doesn't count."
"Are you kidding? Whoever sobers up with qi is a dog!" Shen Wuxiao pursed his lips.
They had been bored enough to play such a monotonous game with great relish.
At this moment, Catherine truly seemed to be letting her nature run free.
A little mischievous.
Or perhaps she had grown inexplicably close to Shen Wuxiao.
Another round began. Before throwing her hand, her long, fair fingers swayed playfully through the air.
As if she were deliberately teasing Shen Wuxiao.
Then she suddenly shot out her palm, changing from rock to scissors, then to paper.
Every time she made a move, it carried a lively rhythm.
Whenever she won, she would clench both fists and raise them over her head, her eyes curving into crescent moons with laughter.
She looked adorable beyond words.
If she lost, she would puff out her lips, knit her brows slightly, and pretend to be angry.
Of course, Shen Wuxiao lost most of the time.
He was losing on purpose. He just kept drinking and drinking and drinking.
No one knew how much time had passed. They had switched to quite a few games along the way.
Shen Wuxiao kept losing.
Lose once, win for a lifetime. Of course he had to lose.
He had nearly drunk all the alcohol.
They were all large bottles, especially the baijiu. He had drunk nearly twelve bottles by himself.
"Catherine, um... I... I'm going to the restroom. We'll continue when I get back!"
He spoke vaguely as he