"Zhao, you're really amazing! Handsome and such a nice person, let me toast to you again."
Zhang Minmin's voice was so sweet it could cause diabetes.
Zhao Feiwu felt drunk even before he drank.
Especially with Zhang Minmin casting flirtatious glances, her feet in sandals with red nail polish lightly brushing against Zhao Feiwu's leg under the table.
Zhao Feiwu's blood was boiling, he swallowed hard, wishing he could take Zhang Minmin to a hotel for a three-round battle right now.
The two of them drank glass after glass, and soon two bottles of Jägermeister were downed.
"Zhao, tell me about some funny things that happened when you proctor exams. You're so handsome, lots of young girls must like you, right?"
Zhao Feiwu drank a bit too much, his naturally dark face turning liver-colored, making him look like a liver-colored toad, ugly and disgusting.
"Alright, let me tell you about my glorious deeds..."
