Lin Jia truly couldn't hold her liquor; she was a complete rookie. After just two drinks, she started spouting nonsense and getting handsy, constantly pulling on Shen Fanyun and yelling that she wouldn't go home until she was completely wasted.
Shen Fanyun really wanted to give Lin Jia a good flick on the head.
Lin Meiqing, however, handled her alcohol well. After several glasses, her expression remained unchanged. If anything, she exuded an even deeper, more seductive charm.
"What a pity," Shen Fanyun sighed.
He was truly spent. There was the battle at the hospital, another one at home, and one more just a short while ago. Three major engagements, and each one had cost him millions of troops. Shen Fanyun had the will, but not the strength. There was a significant gap between the body of a thirty-year-old and that of a young man of seventeen or eighteen.
