The next morning, Ye Ling opened his eyes in a daze, rubbing his somewhat sore head.
"Drinking so much, not using spiritual power to sober up, is really uncomfortable," Ye Ling shook his head with a wry smile.
Suddenly, it seemed he remembered something and quickly turned to look beside him,
"Damn, did I really pull it off?" Ye Ling rubbed his head, as the fragmented scenes from his memory resurfaced.
Last night...
"Ye Ling! I'm telling you, if you dare spill what happened last night, I'll kill you!" Mu Ninghan gritted her teeth, her eyes nearly shooting flames.
Alcohol is deadly, she swore to herself never to drink so much again, no matter how happy she felt!
"I won't say a thing, sure, but can you keep your dozens of lackeys quiet?"
"Who was it last night, blustering about how I should roll out of the room in three minutes? And then your bunch of lackeys getting excited like a pack of wolf cubs," Ye Ling said with a snicker.
