Although both of them were drunk, they didn't lose their virtues because of alcohol and didn't end up in bed. Instead, they supported each other to the couch, and after spouting some nonsense, they fell asleep next to each other on the couch.
When Li Yifei woke up the next day, he found Su Mengxin sleeping soundly, hugging his thigh, and his own feet were, astonishingly, propped against Su Mengxin's chest, allowing him to feel the amazing elasticity of her chest.
Li Yifei rubbed his forehead, somewhat caught between laughter and tears. He couldn't believe he got so drunk after such little alcohol; he almost suspected that Su Mengxin had spiked his drink, but of course, that was impossible.
Such a posture was unavoidably ambiguous, especially with Su Mengxin, the number one beauty of Huaxia. This added a lot of pressure on him, and his stinky feet were even more desecrating for they were propped on the holy peaks of Su Mengxin.
