"Did it happen?"
"If it did, how could I have no recollection?"
"Damn it, is this how it feels to have amnesia from drinking?"
Wang Chao felt his head spinning, his thoughts tangled like a mess. He couldn't make sense of anything.
This kind of fragmented memory loss from drinking was a first for him, and his head was throbbing so much that it felt like it was about to explode.
The aftereffects of the alcohol he drank last night were unusually strong, so strong that even a skilled person like him found it hard to resist.
Now he had gotten drunk and messed around with Shen Bing, and he didn't know how to handle the situation.
Wang Chao lay on the large bed, feeling completely bewildered.
Having experienced countless life-threatening situations throughout his years of warfare, he had walked through the rain of bullets, lived a life on the edge of a knife, and he never knew if he would open his eyes the next day when he closed them.
