Chapter 152
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Xia Sheng paused. The strong smell of alcohol lingered around him. It was a little intoxicating.
He frowned, his eyes full of disdain. He reached out and pushed Feng Chenjiang, who was in his arms. "Hey! Get up! Hey! Feng Chenjiang … "
After shouting a few times, Feng Chenjiang did not respond at all. Instead, he smacked his lips and went back to sleep.
Seeing that he could not wake him up, Xia Sheng pushed him away in disdain.
The man's tall and slender body rolled and fell on the table leg. It seemed to be a little serious. The sound was a little muffled.
Xia Sheng was worried that he might have pushed him too hard. However, Feng Chenjiang frowned, turned over, and went back to sleep.
Seeing this, Xia Sheng's mouth twitched, full of disdain.
"He's sleeping like a dead pig."
Out of the principle of human nature, Xia Sheng comforted himself. He helped Feng Chenjiang to the bed and threw him on it.
"He's so big and so heavy." Xia Sheng looked at Feng Chenjiang, who was sleeping like a dead pig on the bed, and clicked his tongue in disdain.
He turned around and was about to bend down to pick up his sword when he suddenly realized that someone was pressing against his back.
Xia Sheng suddenly froze, disbelief still lingering in his pitch-black obsidian-like eyes.
F * ck!
F * ck!
It was the first time he encountered such a thing. Xia Sheng was a little flustered. His limbs suddenly became a little weak. He rolled and crawled away from Feng Chenjiang.
Xia Sheng gripped the sword in his hand tightly. Veins popped out on his forehead. He was about to scold Feng Chenjiang. He even felt that beating him up would vent his anger.
However, when he looked up, he saw that Feng Chenjiang, who was standing in front of him, had his eyes tightly shut. His wheat-colored skin had a faint crimson hue.
It was obvious that he was drunk and unconscious.
Xia Sheng's brows were tightly knitted. Thinking about what had just happened, he felt both disgusted and strange.
This feeling was really hard to get rid of, so Xia Sheng felt that a fight would be more comfortable.
"Bang —"
Just as Xia Sheng was in a daze, a muffled groan sounded.
It turned out that Feng Chenjiang, who was on the verge of collapse, had staggered back to the bed.
Seeing that Feng Chenjiang had fallen asleep again, Xia Sheng could not wake him up to fight with him. He could only give up.
After drinking a few mouthfuls of wine, Xia Sheng took his sword and left.
Before leaving, Xia Sheng paid for the drinks and went to room 166 with a nervous heart. As expected, Miss Ye, who was waiting for him, had already left.
Xia Sheng could only shake his head and sigh. When he returned home, he couldn't avoid the nagging of his grandfather.
…
…
Since then, Xia Sheng hadn't seen Feng Chenjiang for a long time. No one knew how much time had passed.
One month?
Two months?
Or half a year?
Xia Sheng didn't really remember.
But on that day, he met Feng Chenjiang again.
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