"Urgh!"
Song He bent over, opened his mouth toward the toilet, and yellow vomit gushed out, splattering against the toilet bowl with a series of loud smacks.
The entire bathroom was filled with the foul stench of stomach acid and alcohol.
Xiang Xiaotong was slightly tipsy. She stood beside him with an exasperated look, gently patting his back. "You idiot, what were you thinking? You were already feeling sick, yet you kept drinking? Did you really have to compete with me?"
Song He's head was spinning, and he had not heard a word she said. He simply lowered his head and kept vomiting.
After a long while, when he had finally thrown up most of it, Xiang Xiaotong handed him a paper cup. "Rinse your mouth. Don't swallow it."
Song He took the cup. After standing dazedly for quite some time, he drank some water and rinsed his mouth, then continued retching into the toilet.
After rinsing twice, he finally regained a little awareness. "Sleep. Sleep!"
With that, Song He turned around and staggered toward the door. His eyes were bleary, and his gait was comparable to the zombies in Plants vs. Zombies.
He had taken only two steps when his feet suddenly slipped. He looked ready to fall and bruise his face.
Xiang Xiaotong reacted swiftly. She darted forward, caught him, laboriously pulled his arm over her shoulder, and carried him outside.
"Bed... bed!" As soon as Song He left the bathroom, he pointed at the large bed and spoke incoherently. His mind was paralyzed by alcohol, making him look like an idiot.
"All right, all right, bed it is. Let's get on the bed and sleep!" Xiang Xiaotong strained as she carried the drunk man forward.
Song He now weighed far more than Xiang Xiaotong. On top of