"Shameless."
"Despicable."
In the next room, the women barely stopped their "greetings" toward Li Feng.
Fang Ting bit her pearl-like teeth, her face flushed red, whether from the effects of alcohol or the embarrassment from being watched with lecherous eyes while doing a handstand.
"Another round."
Fang Ting, annoyed, walked to the bar and picked up a Bomb Drink as if it were Li Feng himself, swallowing it down in one gulp.
"Where the hell did you come from?" Fang Ting asked Li Feng directly. Although she could hold her liquor, the handstand seemed to make the alcohol hit her all at once, and she was a bit dizzy.
"Or rather, who are you?"
Li Feng met the resolution in Fang Ting's eyes, picked up a glass, and drank it all in one go: "I'll penalize myself with one drink."
Li Feng picked up another glass and emptied it, then looked at Fang Ting: "What game should we play this time? How about you do twenty push-ups?"
