With a beauty in his embrace, every breath filled his nostrils with a delightful fragrance.
Even Zhao Yihuan's soft and flowing long hair brushed against his nose.
Wang Chao's head was buzzing.
He began to frantically recall the events of the previous night. He remembered many high-ranking members of the Zhao family toasting him, including Zhao Shanhe, Zhao Dong, and even Zhao Lu. And then, that wine was particularly strong and had a powerful aftereffect.
After drinking about a catty of Baijiu, he completely passed out, drunk beyond recognition.
He had no memory of anything that happened afterward.
For the first time in his life, he got drunk!
"What a potent wine!"
"Could I have done something with Zhao Yihuan??"
Wang Chao looked at Zhao Yihuan, who was lying on his chest, with a complicated expression.
