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After three rounds of wine and five courses of food.
Yang Ming swirled the wine cup in his hand. Not a single drop remained inside. Looking around, he saw that every guest in the hall had already drunk themselves unconscious.
"Tsk."
Yang Ming shook his head, curling his lips as he said:
"Those guys wanted to drink me under the table, but they ended up passing out first. How boring."
Among the guests, Yang Ming had not seen Tang San or Ma Hongjun. He assumed that, like Oscar, they had returned to their rooms early to rest.
Setting down his wine cup, Yang Ming staggered out the door.
By then, the sky outside had completely darkened, with only a cold, solitary moon hanging high in the Void.
The autumn air was crisp. Dry, cool gusts blew against his face, clearing Yang Ming's overheated mind somewhat.
Yang Ming stood still for a moment, then raised two fingers. The alcohol and fumes accumulated in his body immediately sprayed out from his fingertips.
Had he not used such a method to expel the alcohol, Yang Ming would likely have been unable to hold his liquor long ago and embarrassed himself before the guests.
"Burp!"
After letting out a full belch, Yang Ming felt much more comfortable.
Choosing a direction home, Yang Ming quickened his pace. With his speed, he returned to his residence in less than a breath.
In the pitch-black night, large red lanterns hung throughout the residence, each bearing a bold double-happiness character. Candlelight flickered indoors, adding a touch of warmth.
As he reached the door, Yang Ming suddenly grew a little nervous.
After all, this was his first time getting married. In a moment, he would be consummating his marriage with