บท 1787: The Gender Is Wrong Alright

Ye Chu did not reply and hung up the phone. She threw it to Mu Yuan. Her eyes were filled with streaks of blood. The ball went in. Mu Yuan agitatedly clinked his cup with hers. Ye Chu held her bottle up boldly and proposed a toast. She downed a bottle of beer in one mouthful.

Mu Yuan was watching soccer whole-heartedly and did not notice her. Ye Chu had already drunk seven or eight bottles of beer. When he came back to his senses, Ye Chu had already crouched on the table and was dead drunk. Mu Yuan patted her face.

"You don't know how to drink. Why did you drink?"

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