He Teng and He Zhilan, as guests from afar in the mountain village, were naturally toasted many times. He Zhilan couldn't handle alcohol and practically fell after three drinks, so the villagers didn't make it too difficult for her. Instead, all the other drinks ended up in He Teng's stomach. No matter how well He Teng could hold his liquor, by the time they returned to the room, he was completely drunk.
"Careful now, we're not even near the bed yet. Where are you planning to lie?" He Zhilan helped He Teng into the room but had only turned around to close the door when she heard a loud thud. Turning back, she saw He Teng already lying on the ground, struggling to get up.
"I clearly saw the bed just now. How did I end up lying on the floor?" He Teng muttered, his hands flailing aimlessly in the air.
"You're seeing things!" He Zhilan couldn't stop herself from laughing. "Just now, you were even saying you had two wives in front of you! Brother, you're really drunk!"
