She could vaguely hear Chunyu Meng mumbling into the hole. "One person one cup. If you drink anymore, you'll pass out for three days. Give me back the rest."
"…"
Feng Zhiwei's head ached and anger grew in her heart. Chunyu Meng you bastard! Why didn't you say anything sooner!
She smiled coldly and filled the empty bottle with dirt from the walls. She tossed the bottle back through the hole and then blocked the entrance with a chair, paying no mind to Chunyu Meng's mourning wails.
Even these small movements had an effect, and the alcohol rushed to her head. Stars danced before her eyes, and she held her head as she turned from the wall. Suddenly, a warm stream ran through her body; something like a cold breath soon followed, and the two streams intertwined as they swept through her body. Her flushed body cooled, and her muscles relaxed and lost strength. Her legs buckled, and she fell forward.
