Drunk and Unleashing True Nature, the Other Side of My Senior

The three of them drank until half past ten at night.

Originally, the plan was for Lin Yu and Tang Yimian to first escort Fang Xinran home together.

Afterward, Lin Yu and Tang Yimian would return.

However.

Tang Yimian’s alcohol tolerance was completely unexpected, and she lost control surprisingly fast.

At one point, she even dozed off on her own, only to wake up again near the end.

The two girls quickly reached an agreement—they would stay together again tonight.

Only this time, they weren’t heading back to the apartment.

Instead, Tang Yimian and Fang Xin—

He had never intended to punish Zhang Ruofeng in the first place. If he really expelled Zhang Ruofeng, Wu Tong would undoubtedly come charging at him in a rage… Right now, he treated Zhang Ruofeng like a precious treasure, cradling him in his palms for fear he’d grow cold, holding him in his mouth for fear he’d melt—no one was allowed to touch him.

Qing Yu’s expression remained unchanged, but the cold glint in his eyes grew sharper. Xiao Qing’s faint gaze flickered slightly, as if hesitating.

Ye Yaotiao let out a long sigh of relief before finally relaxing. She bowed to the entire room, then turned around cheerfully and walked out of the audition room.

The calm lasted for a long time, until this round of reinforcement work ended and the workers all dispersed. Apart from the faint clanging of hammers on metal, only the two of them remained.

However, when Lin Mu arrived, he noticed Lou Ye wasn’t there. After asking Old Zhang, he learned that Lou Ye had gone out again—no one knew what he was up to.

She leaned against the bathroom door, taking a few deep breaths to steady herself before slowly stripping off her clothes. Walking under the showerhead, she grabbed the spray nozzle and began washing herself haphazardly.

The moment he finished speaking, he suddenly jumped in fright, pulling Young Master Zhou back with him. Young Master Zhou turned around, frowning as well.

At first, he hadn’t noticed, but now Gu Ning faintly caught a strange scent in the air.

"If you didn’t bring any clothes, then what were you rummaging for in the car earlier?" Chen Tianxu asked, puzzled.

Xuan Potian sized up the man named Song Qiang. There was no denying it—he was truly a promising talent for cultivation.

Seeing her subordinates "rebel," Xiao Ya abruptly stood up and shouted angrily, "What are you doing?" Her eyes widened, the once-alluring charm of her gaze now replaced by dilated pupils, making her look terrifying.

"Let me introduce you. This is Huo Dong, and these two are Tao Tian and Tao Ling," Lin Xuan said with a smile.

"You remembered?!" Ye Feng’s heart trembled inexplicably as he looked at Gu Xiao'er in delight. The feeling was like reuniting with a long-lost loved one. Every time the name Ye Tianlong crossed his mind, an indescribable warmth surged in his chest.

So, he said nothing, silently bringing the spoon to her lips instead. Bing Ling frowned at him before snatching the bowl and spoon from his hands.

Luo Xi couldn’t see the expressions of the black-clad figures across from her, so she had no idea they had just grown even more intent on killing her. Luo Xi wasn’t curious about the reason these strangers wanted her dead, but that didn’t mean she would let them push her around.

Meanwhile, Yala'er listened as they seemed to drop the matter, a faint sneer of disdain crossing his face. He had thought they were strong, but it turned out they were just paper tigers—domineering in their own territory but meekly tucking their tails between their legs in someone else’s domain. At least they knew their place.

Qing Xin’s mood was lonely, like these snowflakes drifting aimlessly before slowly melting away.

Luo Xi’s movements were gentle, coaxing Luo’s hair into obedience. Luo had never liked tying his hair up—his long, straight black locks, slightly coarse, cascaded freely down his back, just like Luo Xi’s.

After some arguing, Tu Shu ended up paying the bill. Supporting the completely drunk Yang Fan between them, they headed toward the staircase.

The chief of the Viper Tribe glared with fury at his absolute limit, yet he couldn’t move—couldn’t even speak. All he could do was watch helplessly as his son screamed in agony, struggling uselessly. The sight of his bloodshot eyes, bulging as if about to burst, only deepened my satisfaction.