She had drunk too much, threw up a lot, and then had a little soup to sober up.
The process was...
Heaven, hell, back to heaven, back to hell, and then the deepest hell.
It was all very uncomfortable in the extreme.
The point was, if she had drunk that much, she might have just slept through it.
However, after sobering up, the discomfort needed rational sanity to lay its foundation.
It was endured painfully.
She walked into the living room of the villa; she sprawled on the sofa, powerless, and started to moan uncomfortably.
"Hmm... discomfort..."
Ou Zun poured her a cup of hot water and helped her up. She was already boneless and pale from all the night's fuss.
"Who let you drink so much?"
"Oh..." Mù Qiānxún was unbearably wronged, "Who do you think it's for... she's my rival... can I lose? No!"
"What rival?" Ou Zun flicked her forehead irritably, "You have no rival."
"Nonsense!" She weakly pounded her little fist on his chest, "You're special to her... I know!"
