Chapter 472: Chapter 472: Don’t You Like Me Drunk?_1


    “...” Dongfang Yu was speechless. It turned out that he had been invited not for drinks, but to play the role of the designated driver.


    Since he had to drive, he couldn’t drink much. Would he be forced to watch them guzzle down glasses?


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    Yufei was in a hazy state between sleep and wakefulness when she heard the sound of Tianling pushing the door open and entering.


    “Click—” All the lights in the bedroom abruptly switched on, the dazzling brightness wrinkling her brow in discomfort.


    Tianling staggered towards the bed, the strong scent of alcohol enveloping him.


    He was drunk. Yufei, on high alert, opened her eyes wide, deeply worried about him acting recklessly while under the influence.


    Tianling staggered to the edge of the bed, his knee bumping into it. Instantly, his whole body lurched, falling towards Yufei.


    His solid body heavily collapsed on top of hers, almost leaving her breathless.


    Yufei, straining with effort, pushed his body away and sat up to look at him.


    On his back on the bed, Tianling lifted a hand to rub his brow: “Turn off the light...too bright...”


    So now he knows what it’s like to be blinded!


    Yufei flicked the switch, turning off the main light, and switched on the bedside wall lamps on either side instead.


    “...” Still, no one responded.


    Tianling was pretty drunk now, and combined with Yufei’s cold demeanor towards him, a ball of fire was smoldering in his chest, leaving him feeling uneasy unless he let it out.


    He kicked the door hard, once, twice, and with a bang, the door burst open, crashing into the wall.


    He strode into the room and found Yufei comfortably seated on the bed, locking gazes with him, her stare icy and detached.


    “Why didn’t you open the door?”


    “I need to rest.”


    “Why didn’t you rest upstairs?”


    “You’re drunk.”


    Tianling wobblingly sat down beside her, pulled her closer, and wrapped his arms snugly around her waist.


    “Don’t like it when I drink?” he asked with a furrowed brow.


    His breath, thick with the smell of alcohol, hit her as he spoke. Yufei didn’t like the smell, and she frowned in distaste.


    “Yes, I don’t. No one likes sharing a bed with someone reeking of alcohol.”


    Tianling lifted his arm, sniffed, and retorted: “You’re lying. I don’t smell like alcohol.”


    “Of course you can’t smell it yourself.”


    Tianling sniffed hard again, but still couldn’t detect the odor. Yufei, unable to tolerate the smell of alcohol that surrounded her, pushed him away.