This booze is brutal.
It truly is brutal, no wonder it's one of the few famous brands. At first taste, it's only soft and sweet, but it packs such an after-kick that's beyond imagination. With Xin Chen's low tolerance, two drinks had him out cold, and Gu Tao did a bit better, but after four or five, his consciousness started to blur. Even someone like Xiuling, who grew up practically soaked in alcohol, couldn't walk a straight line after downing a liter.
There's a trait among drinkers: as long as they haven't blacked out completely and there's still alcohol, there's just no stopping them. Anyway, Gu Tao totally forgot how much he had drunk. When he woke up, he was holding Xin Chen's feet, Xiuling was sprawled on the floor holding her underwear, and Xin Chen was slumped on the couch, blowing bubbles—essentially, there was not a single living soul around.
"Damn it," Gu Tao wiped his face, "Satania, what the hell happened last night?"
