"You're not that drunk," An Hao said, looking into Qin Jian's shiny black eyes with conviction. "After all this fuss, you were just pretending."
Getting up and taking off his sweater, Qin Jian said, "No. If I hadn't pretended, Tian Niu and his guys would have probably gotten me drunk."
Having removed his sweater, Qin Jian began to take off his shirt, revealing honey-colored skin. His chest muscles were full and tight, his six-pack well-defined and taut, with smooth, even lines that made An Hao's mouth go dry with desire.
"Tonight is our wedding night; how could I let alcohol ruin it? Do you remember what I told you before? On our wedding night, I want to show you whether I'm an 'old man' or not, and if my stamina is good!"
An Hao's face turned red at his words: "You're getting more and more shameless."