Sylphy's furious shout rang out, clear and loud.
Vera, who had been boasting a moment earlier, stopped talking and looked over through bleary, drunken eyes.
The few people still conscious raised their heads in confusion.
Even Carl, fast asleep with her arms around a barrel of wine, seemed to turn over uneasily in her dreams.
The two people at the center of the storm, however, reacted very differently.
The blonde girl-Sara-flinched at the sudden shout.
She instinctively backed away another two steps, her face full of innocent bewilderment that said, "Who am I? Where am I? What just happened?"
As for Cui Ciyou, the smile had not even fully faded from his face.
Alcohol had made his already sluggish thoughts lag another beat behind.
He blinked, seemingly unable to understand why she had called him a "super womanizing radish."
He even tilted his head, innocently curious in his drunken state, and asked:
"Huh? A radish? Are there radishes here? I am a little hungry..."
Those words only added fuel to the fire, making Sylphy's chest heave.
She looked at Cui Ciyou's clueless face, which appeared innocent purely because he was drunk.
In the end, all her anger and mortification dissolved into a helpless sigh.
There was no reasoning with a drunk.
The anger faded from her face, replaced by a cool, businesslike calm.
She walked up to Cui Ciyou and, no longer looking him in the eye, said coldly:
"Go to bed."
With that, she stopped paying him any attention.
Instead, she turned to Vera, who had sobered up a little, and said:
"Vera, sorry for the trouble, but could you help me take this drunk back?"
Vera paused, then glanced at the expressionless Sylphy and the still-clueless Cui Ciyou.
She gave a knowing whistle and came over to sling