Chapitre 133: Washing Her Feet

"What if he's competing with me?" Lin Jiao did not seem to hear his question.

"His alcohol tolerance is better than yours."

"No." She bit his earlobe and scolded him in a muffled voice, "Reorganize your words."

The warm touch was like an electric current that ran from Pei Zhi's spine to his limbs.

With a stiff back, he turned his head to avoid her lips as he grabbed her chin. "You're better than him."

"How much better?"

"Much much better. He'll get drunk after two glasses."

Lin Jiao was satisfied.

She rubbed his ear and watched it turn red. "Did I hurt you?"

"It doesn't hurt."

Pei Zhi pulled her hand away.

He lifted his chin in Qian Yue's direction to distract her attention. "Qian Yue lost."

"Brother Yanshen will drink it for her."

Zhou Yanshen had indeed helped her drink a lot.

He wiped the wine stain off his lips and whispered into Qian Yue's ear, "Do you still want to play?"