"Ha ha!"
Suddenly, it provoked a burst of laughter from the surrounding customers.
Hearing these laughs, Yifan voiced his displeasure, "What's so funny? Isn't it four fingers?"
"You better go home and sleep it off!" the surrounding customers didn't want to argue with a drunk, because you can never convince them.
"Isn't it four?" Yifan squinted his eyes and asked Xiaolian, feeling very unconvinced in his heart.
"It's not four. It's three," Xiaolian replied, then kindly persuaded, "Sir, you're really drunk. Don't drink any more."
"No! I want to drink! Give me another one! Give me another one!" Yifan demanded forcefully, grabbing Xiaolian's hand.
Today, he was determined to get utterly drunk.
Suddenly grabbed by Yifan, Xiaolian felt a shock as if electrified, never expecting such a thrill from being held by someone she liked.
When she came back to her senses, she noticed Yifan's hands were rough, full of calluses and scars.
