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Fei Hu, bold and composed, did not panic. Just as he grasped the wine glass with his left hand, his right hand moved like lightning, slapping down on Feng Jie’s shoulder. He lifted Feng Jie off the ground effortlessly, rendering Feng Jie’s kick powerless.
Fei Hu calmly set Feng Jie down, raised his glass, and took a symbolic sip. In truth, there was little wine left in the cup. The room erupted into thunderous applause. Feng Jie cupped his fist towards Fei Hu and said loudly, "Impressive! You should be our leader. This group of ladies has nothing to say. Sister Lian has good taste." With that, he led the few women who had come over back to their seats.
"Haha! No wonder you're the boss. Just out of the hospital and still able to handle yourself so well—truly remarkable! I, Bald Zhang, am so happy tonight that I’ll toast you three times," he said, pouring himself drinks and downing them without hesitation.
Fei Hu, slightly displeased, replied, "Knowing I just got out of the hospital and am not in good shape, why didn’t you step in to help me out?"
"Boss, for people like us who are out here making a living, respect is paramount. If you want to be their leader, you need to be able to command their respect. When you made your move just now, it shocked everyone. As for Feng Jie, in terms of skill among us, he’s on par with A-Lian. Once he submits, no one else will dare to challenge your authority," Bald Zhang said with a proud expression as if he had won the victory himself.
At that moment, everyone came over with their glasses raised, insisting on toasting with the boss. Despite Fei Hu's efforts to decline using all his might, he couldn’t escape their enthusiasm. Fortunately, Bald Zhang and A-Lian were there to help him out. Eventually, after much pushing and pulling and having others drink on his behalf, by the end of it all, Fei Hu was completely drunk.
A wave of nausea jolted Fei Hu awake from his sleep. Looking up at the swaying ceiling above him, he felt a splitting headache. He struggled to recall everything that had happened. Slowly it came back to him—he had gotten drunk last night. But what time was it now? Where was he? As he tried to sit up, he realized he seemed to be in a hotel room with white bed linens and simple decor.
"You’re awake! How do you feel now?" a lazy voice came from nearby, startling Fei Hu. He quickly turned his head and gasped! It turned out there were two beds in the room; on the other bed lay two women. The speaker was Xiao Qi, who sat up groggily.
Fei Hu hurriedly asked, "How did I end up here?"
"If you weren't here, where else would you go? You were so drunk last night that I couldn't get a clear answer from you. So I just brought you here to sleep it off," Xiao Qi replied with a yawn, looking as if she hadn’t slept well.
Just as Fei Hu was about to ask Xiao Qi what time it was now, a churn in his stomach surged up towards his throat. He rolled over and scrambled into the bathroom without even putting on his shoes. As soon as his head reached the toilet bowl's edge, everything in his throat erupted violently—he vomited uncontrollably until he felt like the world was spinning around him. By the end of it all, Fei Hu felt that what came out of his mouth was even more bitter than gallbladder juice.
After throwing up repeatedly without relief, Fei Hu simply sat on the floor and hugged the toilet bowl tightly. "Let’s see how much more I can throw up; I refuse to believe this is happening."
"Oh my gosh! This is a toilet, why are you holding on so tightly?" Xiao Qi walked over and finally managed to help Fei Hu up. She washed his face at the sink and then dragged him onto the bed.
After throwing up for so long, he must be thirsty. Being attentive, Xiao Qi opened a bottle of mineral water and handed it to Fei Hu. He didn't even open his eyes and drank the entire bottle in one go.
"Drink slowly, there's another bottle here," Xiao Qi reminded him.
As soon as the mineral water went down, he felt incredibly refreshed. But before that thought could settle, Fei Hu's stomach churned again. He hurriedly got up, and whatever was in his stomach came rushing out. Covering his mouth with his hand, he ran frantically to the bathroom. As soon as he let go, he vomited again, emptying his stomach completely; it was all just the water he had just drunk.
Although vomiting was uncomfortable, Fei Hu felt much clearer-headed afterward; he didn't feel as bad as before, probably because all the alcohol had come out. Once he finished throwing up, he felt thirsty again. Without saying a word, he returned to his room and grabbed the last bottle of mineral water from the table, drinking it all in one go. Not long after finishing, he rushed back to the bathroom to throw up again.
After returning to his room, feeling unbearably thirsty again, he started searching for something to drink. Xiao Qi sighed and said, "That damn Bald Zhang! To save money, he opened such a shabby hotel that there's no drinking water." With that, she got up, put on her coat, and headed outside.
Fei Hu quickly said, "No need! I'll hold on until morning."
"Hehe, are you confused from drinking too much? It's already past eight in the morning!" Xiao Qi laughed as she left.
Leaning against the headboard of the bed, Fei Hu glanced at the person sleeping in the adjacent bed. She was sprawled out comfortably, clearly enjoying her sleep. Just then, she turned over and faced him; oh, it was A-Lian! Did she also get drunk? Fei Hu couldn't remember what had happened after last night.
He noticed A-Lian's jacket hanging over the headboard. Dressed in tight-fitting clothes that showcased her beautiful curves—especially her perky chest and round backside—Fei Hu felt a rush of heat. He couldn't help but recall their embrace on the street and her soft lips against his. The thought crossed his mind: how wonderful it would be if she could just come over now.
Sometimes things in life are just so coincidental; before Fei Hu's wicked thoughts could settle in his mind, A-Lian suddenly rolled over with a thud! She fell out of bed onto the floor. Whether it was due to sleeping too soundly or being tangled in her blanket, she merely blinked once before falling back asleep.
Fei Hu watched this unfold and thought he couldn't just ignore it. It wouldn't look good for her to be sleeping on the floor. Although he had no strength left after drinking, he still forced himself to stand up and walked barefoot over to A-Lian. He bent down to help her up but found her as limp as a noodle; every time he tried to lift her, she just flopped back down again. After several attempts of struggling with her weight, Fei Hu finally ran out of energy.
People are like iron, and food is like steel; this is no lie. Fei Hu had vomited everything from his stomach, almost even the gastric juices. He felt completely powerless, but the young man was determined to move A-Lian to the bed. In his struggle, he felt a wave of darkness wash over him, and he collapsed.
When Fei Hu regained his senses, he found himself sprawled on A-Lian's chest, with his mouth resting on her full bosom. He was truly dazed; if anyone saw this, it would be a huge embarrassment. The thought of Xiao Qi returning made him panic, and he hurried to get up, but his body was weak and limp. He was so anxious that he broke into a sweat, yet he couldn't manage to rise.
With a creak, the door opened. Xiao Qi walked in while cursing, "What a damn place! I had to run so far just to buy a bottle of water." Suddenly, she fell silent, and her footsteps ceased. Fei Hu's heart began to race; perhaps Xiao Qi had seen their compromising position.
Fei Hu had experienced Xiao Qi's temper before; she wouldn't tolerate any nonsense. He was pressing Sister Lian beneath him, with his mouth in one of her sensitive areas—how could she ignore that? Thinking of this, Fei Hu closed his eyes and pretended to be unconscious, leaving it to fate.
Xiao Qi might have been taken aback at first but then walked over quietly. When she saw A-Lian lying on the floor without a blanket and Fei Hu sprawled on top of her with his eyes closed, looking unconscious, her playful demeanor changed slightly. She placed what she was holding on the bedside table and bent down. Upon realizing the awkward position of Fei Hu and A-Lian, her cheeks flushed slightly. She moved Fei Hu's head aside and gently patted his face twice, saying, "Wake up! What a strange thing—why are you two on the floor when there's a perfectly good bed?"
Fei Hu opened his eyes slightly and weakly said, "Help me up first." Xiao Qi assisted him until he finally managed to sit on the bed. He was drenched in sweat as if he had just come out of water.
Seeing this, Xiao Qi quickly opened a bottle of water and handed it to him. "Are you suffering from alcohol poisoning? Should we go to the hospital?"
Fei Hu shook his head and drank all the water in one go. He felt a bit better afterward. After waiting for a moment without feeling nauseous, he gestured for more water. Xiao Qi opened another bottle for him, which he also finished in one gulp. Gradually, as the water flowed through his stomach, Fei Hu began to regain some strength.
How could this damn alcohol do this to someone? Fei Hu smiled sheepishly at Xiao Qi.
At that moment, A-Lian on the floor let out a sound. Xiao Qi had forgotten about A-Lian while taking care of Fei Hu.
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