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Chapter 1192 - 821 Unaware of Being a Guest in the Dream (Throwing flowers! Thanks for the support!)_2

Chapter 1192: 821 Unaware of Being a Guest in the Dream (Throwing flowers! Thanks for the support!)_2

Jiang Chen, not fully conscious, expressed understanding, "I get it."

"Long live understanding."

Ye Tingxuan patted his shoulder, and the two tipsy guys, arm in arm, were like two childish kids, their exchange so comical it was hilarious.

For instance, Young Prince Ye would complain with dissatisfaction: if I hadn’t used that move at that time but this one instead, how would you have responded?

Jiang Chen, already tipsy, would explain solemnly step by step.

The two replayed the fight in thin air, clashing again, only to find that Young Prince Ye seemed unable to alter the outcome of that genuine manly showdown.

Because an absolutely unfocused Jiang Chen would then say in a serious yet drunken tone,

"Young Master Ye, I’ve always believed in a principle: one must have convictions to achieve something. When one’s faith is unbreakable, they become invincible. That time I went to you, I didn’t think about anything in my mind, I had only one goal: to rescue Yun Xi, whatever the cost. And you? You didn’t think about anything, you just took it as a game. So no matter how many times we do it over, under those circumstances, you would never be my match."

The red-faced Young Prince Ye frowned and then pondered, soon realizing there seemed no room for rebuttal, and in the end, he had to acknowledge the conclusion of the other party.

Although regarding that past manly duel, his defeat seemed to be fated, this time at the dinner table, he finally won a round back.

Because later they added two more bottles, and Ye Tingxuan took out his wallet to pay for the extra drink money himself.

Knowing to settle the bill showed he was not completely drunk, at least more sober than a certain someone who needed Pei Yunxi’s support at the time.

The saying that those who blush when drinking can hold their liquor isn’t just an empty phrase.

Jiang Chen, on the other hand, no matter how much he drank, his complexion wouldn’t show too significant a change.

"Brother Jiang’s drinking capacity still needs to be improved."

Young Master Ye sighed.

"A person can’t be good at everything; there will always be weaknesses."

Pei Yunxi had a drink and was still in good condition.

Young Master Ye chortled, looking at Jiang Chen being supported by her, "You’re right, if even drinking contests can’t be won, then I’d really feel troubled."

Even the most rational man, it seems, has moments of wanting to show off.

Clearly no need to drink himself into such misery.

Yet Pei Yunxi could understand the behavior of someone.

The three walked out of the tea restaurant.

"Young Master Ye, how will you get back?"

"Don’t worry about me, just get Brother Jiang safely back to the hotel."

After speaking, he glanced at the face that seemed more alluring than last year, "In vino veritas, Brother Jiang, you must have heard the words I just said, right?"

Ye Tingxuan’s mouth curved into a small smile, meaningful and deep.

Pei Yunxi, as if deaf, said, "Young Master Ye, we’re heading off first."

"Go ahead, go ahead."

Ye Tingxuan gestured with his hand.

The driver opened the car door.

Pei Yunxi carefully supported Jiang Chen into the car.

This guy, he couldn’t be faking it, right?

Ye Tingxuan stood on the sidewalk watching the Rolls-Royce drive away, thinking.

It’s probably impossible.

With that guy’s personality, he’s not one to save face for himself, and if he could really hold his drink, he’d definitely not mind drinking until he dropped.

Suddenly.

A surge of nausea hit, and Ye Tingxuan quickly made his way to a nearby light pole, leaned on it, and bent over.

"Ugh..."

Luckily they had already left, thought Young Master Ye as he crouched down quietly, heaving.

"Miss Pei, do you need help?"

Peninsula Hotel.

Pei Yunxi refused the driver’s offer and alone supported Jiang Chen to his room.

Of course.

It was Jiang Chen’s room.

It was a good thing she wasn’t frail, otherwise, if it were Luo Li’er, she might indeed struggle to handle a drunken man.

Someone who doesn’t look strong, but who could once knock Ye Tingxuan down with a punch, and who later focused on physical training, was in fact quite robust.

"Bang."

Someone sprawled spread-eagled on the bed, breathing heavily, not even opening his eyes once; he was clearly truly drunk.

Indeed, when you drink with a friend, even a thousand cups are too few.

Whether it was Young Prince Ye or himself, from a normal person’s perspective, they were both somewhat peculiar.

Amidst the trouble, Pei Yunxi couldn’t help but break into a gentle sweat, standing by the bed, resting for a while. She silently watched the unconscious man on the bed, then bent down to help remove his shoes, socks, and jacket.

Wasting a natural gift! If Jiang Chen came to realize later, he would certainly regret why he had to drink so much.

Of course.

If he hadn’t gotten this drunk, he certainly wouldn’t have enjoyed such treatment.

So that’s life, you can’t have it all.

"Ugh..."

Even the most powerful and excellent men can’t suppress a physiological reaction; when Pei Yunxi was removing his jacket, whether it was the stimulation of her hair brushing against his face or the need to turn him over to undress, Jiang Chen emitted retching noises.

"Wait a moment."

This mega-star goddess was also adorable; the man was dead drunk, how could he hear what she was saying.

But it’s understandable; she probably had never served a man this way before.

Jiang Chen opened his eyes, but there was no focus; the dry heaving intensified.

Pei Yunxi could no longer continue to undress him, hastily grabbing the trash can, the whole process frantic yet unreal.

Even the highest goddesses must return to the ordinary aspects of life at some moments.

Placing the trash can beside him, Pei Yunxi sat down on the bed and immediately supported the man to lean over her legs, facing the trash can, as she tried for the first time to gently pat his back.