The mature red-haired woman very immaturely let out a loud burp. A waft of alcohol drifted from her vivid red lips, blowing away every trace of the sexy aura she had while lying on the sofa.
"Lin, kid Lin, your cooking, cooking's pretty good." It was impossible to tell whether she was sober or not. Grinning foolishly, she pointed at Lin, who was holding a cup of plain water. "Your, your drinking capacity's not bad either. Just a little worse than mine... Hah hah hah..."
By the end, Himiko had already closed her eyes and fallen asleep. The bottle slipped from her arms and hit the floor, clinking crisply against the mountain of empty bottles.
Drinking capacity?
Lin had not drunk a single cup. He would not let alcohol numb his brain and affect his thinking. Himiko, on the other hand, had simply drunk herself senseless and mistaken Lin for someone drinking with her.
In fact, Hua, whom Himiko had dragged into drinking with her, was also unconscious, sprawled across the table with her eyelids tightly shut.
Fine. The most important matter of the day had already been ruined by Himiko.
Lin had originally planned to hold a simple banquet between Squad Five and Squad Seven. Over the past year, Himiko had mostly been the one looking after Squad Seven's members. With her there, she could ease Lin's terrible presence, and she understood their circumstances far better than he did.
But now Himiko was out cold, and Hua, the team member Lin had intended to ask about their recent situation, was out cold too.
And it was not even time for the gathering to end. Himiko had been drinking her heart out, while Hua had stubbornly followed along. Everyone else was far too shrewd to fall for it; they had