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The alcohol effect hadn't kicked in completely, and Yan Rusheng felt his footsteps getting more surreal by the minute. He felt like he was treading on clouds and this made him anxious.

"Wait for me here; I'll go get a taxi." Ming Ansheng walked with him through the doors and let him rest by a tree outside the bar. He left to flag a taxi by the roadside.

Ming Ansheng drank quite a bit earlier, and his footsteps weren't that steady either.

I'm drunk. Really drunk.

Yan Rusheng stuffed both hands into his pants and rested his weight entirely against the tree. He lifted his head and shut his eyes.

"Ah Sheng!"

A gentle voice called out from behind him, and the way the lady addressed him melted him instantly.

A tall and slender figure appeared in front of him, but he could only see her long hair. He caught a whiff of the light fragrance emitting from her body.

It was barely noticeable.