"Only half a jin, right?"
Yang Sheng was disappointed. She had thought Shan Kaiquan had quite the booming voice, but his alcohol tolerance was nothing special.
She glanced at Dong Qingfeng and saw him bracing himself against the table with difficulty, his eyes unfocused. He reached for a lamb skewer, his hand trembling.
Jiang Yanan had to help him, but the moment Dong Qingfeng touched the metal skewer, he could no longer control his heavy head and collapsed onto the table.
Yu Wen had not drunk much—altogether, about one plastic cupful. She was pleasantly tipsy, her body feeling weightless as she swayed like a ribbonfish.
Fortunately, Jiang Yanan supported her. Otherwise, Yang Sheng figured Yu Wen would probably have slipped under the table.
Then slid beneath the table all the way over to Huang Zhongfei on the other side.
Yu Wen was drunk. The words she had kept buried in her heart for so long could not help spilling out. "Class Monitor, I had a dream last night."
"A nightmare."
Her face was flushed an unnatural red as Huang Zhongfei handed her a carton of small yogurt.
Yu Wen acted cute and coquettish. "I don't want it, nooo~"
Huang Zhongfei had no choice but to set the yogurt on the table.
"Listen to me first." Yu Wen waved her hand, even making an orchid finger gesture.
Huang Zhongfei said helplessly, "What nightmare?"
Yu Wen held her orchid finger before her lips. "Any dream without you is a nightmare."
The moment those words came out, even Yang Sheng, who could hold her liquor well, felt deeply uncomfortable.
Huang Zhongfei picked up the yogurt again.
Yu Wen drawled, "I waaaant..."
Yang Sheng found the sight unbearable. With a wave of her hand, she said, "Yanan, feed Yu Wen some yogurt!"
Jiang Yanan