How Much Can This Little Bit of Alcohol Satisfy?

12:15 a.m.

Zhuang Mengli turned off almost all the lights in the living room and on the balcony, leaving only a few faint yellow ambient lights.

Then she took out her phone, connected it to the speakers, and played some soothing, melodious music.

The scene had seemed ordinary at first, but with the lights and music working together, it instantly took on a subtle, indescribable atmosphere.

With a lone man and woman drinking in such an environment, it was hard for nothing to happen after they had a little too much and the alcohol went to their heads.

Su Yang tilted his head toward Zhuang Mengli. "You've made the atmosphere so ambiguous. Aren't you afraid something uncontrollable might happen after we get drunk?"

Zhuang Mengli laughed unconcernedly. "What am I afraid of? You can't beat me anyway."

Hearing this, Su Yang laughed. "I may not be able to beat you, but I can outdrink you. After I get you drunk, how much fight will you have left?"

"Tch, get me drunk first, then we'll talk."

"You really won't give up until you hit the Yellow River, will you? Fine, fine, enough nonsense. Let's get started!" As he spoke, Su Yang picked up the case of chilled beer Zhuang Mengli had carried over and opened every bottle.

There were ten bottles in total, each containing 450 milliliters.

After opening them, Su Yang continued, "Just this one case? That's all?"

"There's more. I only chilled one case. I just put the rest in the refrigerator. I'll get them after they've chilled for a while."

"Oh, oh, that's all right, then. Otherwise, who could get full from this little bit of alcohol?"

"Don't worry. I have plenty of alcohol here. I'm only afraid you won't be able to drink it all." Zhuang Mengli