Yuan Heng had set down his cup, apparently done drinking.
Eager to see him drunk, Wang Jin began urging more wine on him.
"Come, Brother Heng... A toast to you." Wang Jin clinked his cup against Yuan Heng's.
The beastman looked slightly surprised but instinctively raised his cup in response...
He picked up the wine cup and drank it down at the ger's urging.
One cup finished, and the ger poured him another...
Cup after cup, the man showed not the slightest sign of intoxication.
Wang Jin furrowed his brows.
How could this man, drinking for the first time, have such a high alcohol tolerance?
Refusing to believe it, he kept plying him with wine, drinking cup after cup himself in the process.
"Stop drinking," Yuan Heng said, seeing the young ger drinking so fiercely.
Wang Jin patted the back of his restraining hand and retorted stubbornly, "No, again! I refuse to believe I can't drink you under the table."
As someone who frequently drank, he couldn't possibly lose to a first-timer.
If his retainers found out about this, they'd never let him hear the end of it.
With this thought, Wang Jin poured another round for both of them.
This cup was his downfall, sending his head into a wild spin.
The Yuan Heng before him seemed to have multiplied into several figures...
The man was already handsome enough with one face, now with several surrounding him, Wang Jin's vision swam dizzily.
Pointing accusingly at the man, he slurred, "You bully me... all you know is how to bully me."
The man froze. The ger was pointing at empty air, his eyes glistening, the corners tinged red, his cheeks flushed crimson, exactly like he'd been thoroughly bullied.
That soft, sticky voice didn't sound like an accusation at all, more like a coquettish complaint...
The ger had once told him that too much fruit wine would lead to drunkenness, losing control, acting wild like a beast...
But looking at him now, Yuan Heng couldn't see any beast, just an adorable little creature, charming in its clumsiness.
The man reached out to steady his swaying body.
Startled by the contact, Wang Jin looked up blearily.
"Why aren't you speaking? You have to say you'll never bully me again!"
Pouting, the ger looked genuinely wronged, the corners of his eyes wet.
Yuan Heng's brow furrowed in distress as he struggled to recall the alleged bullying, a pang of sorrow echoing through his heart at the mere mention.
Despite knowing he'd done nothing wrong, he humored him: "Alright, alright, I was wrong. I'll never bully you again."
"Liar!" The ger rejected his appeasement. "You're just saying that!"
"No, I have to bully you back!" His voice thickened with a nasal tone, trembling as if on the verge of tears, so aggrieved it tugged at the heartstrings.
Just as Yuan Heng moved to comfort him, warmth suddenly pressed against his lips. His fingers twitched in shock, eyes widening.
Now he understood what the ger meant by "bullying"...
After a brief kiss, the ger pulled back, smacking his lips as if savoring the taste.
"Sweet..." he murmured dopily, his glistening eyes glancing over, hooking souls with that single look.
The man's gaze darkened, his grip tightening around the ger.
But the ger leaned in to kiss him again...
Yuan Heng's fingers trembled uncontrollably. Fixing his burning gaze on the ger, he growled hoarsely, "You brought this on yourself. Don't blame me for bullying you again."
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The next morning, Wang Jin woke up feeling like he'd been trampled by a horse, every movement a searing pain.
Rubbing his throbbing temples, disjointed memories of the previous night flickered through his mind, his face contorting into a kaleidoscope of expressions.
"......" His intention had been to get the man drunk, but he'd ended up intoxicating himself instead, a realization that only added to his misery.
The one who vowed to keep distance had been the one to initiate kisses, and not just one...
He wanted to bury himself in shame!
Covering his face, Wang Jin looked utterly defeated.
Damn that wine! Alcohol leads to trouble! Alcohol leads to trouble!
Gritting his teeth, he struggled to his feet, determined to rid himself of every last drop of the detestable liquor.
When Yuan Heng entered and caught sight of his remorseful expression, his mood lifted noticeably.
He reached out to steady him, but was brusquely shoved away.
"You," Wang Jin started menacingly, before deflating into a pitiful tone. "Stay away from me."
His nasal voice heavy with grievance
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