Page 83 of He Is My Bride
“Pya, pya.”
“Ah!” Li Ying took his shot.
“Fei ya!” Hanjun threw rock, Li Ying scissors.
Damn Hanjun, you’re good! But your face is already getting red.
It was true: Hanjun’s cheeks had already flared up after downing a single shot of hard liquor.
They didn’t tie for a while, their approach to the game entirely different. Seeing as they were foils to each other at every turn, they both had to keep taking shots. Soon Hanjun had a distant look in his eyes, struggling to focus them, but he didn’t mess up and kept up with the psychology of the game.
Li Ying himself was getting to a point where he considered losing on purpose to get out, but he couldn’t lose now; if he lost, he would have left Hanjun to sit as the reigning champion, and seeing how well the man played even while already obviously drunk, Li Ying feared noone else could beat him, and Hanjun would inevitably have to keep drinking and drinking until he passed out.
Hanjun teetered dangerously.
“Hanjun,” Hanrong called out, “please resign!”
“No,” Hanjun slurred.
“You’re not experienced enough to keep going.”
Please, Hanjun, you have to mess up now!“Fei ya!” Li Ying threw paper to Hanjun’s paper. Li Ying leaned forward, “Mwa—Mh?!”
Instead of just pretending to smooch him, Hanjun grabbed Li Ying’s face and kissed him, kissed him wet and kissed him sloppy, and Li Ying’s unsuspecting mouth got filled with his tongue. Li Ying heard the rowdier men around them whistle and holler.
Oh, Hanjun, you really shouldn’t drink hard liquor!
Li Ying felt Hanjun grow heavy against him as he fell completely limp, and Li Ying struggled to lay him face down on the table.
“He’s totally passed out,” someone said.
“Guess that means Li Ying wins this one too,” said Huang Xiang.
“Help me lay him down,” Li Ying asked, and Hanjun’s schoolmates came to drag him up by his arms and carefully laid him on the couch.
Hanjun was out cold. Li Ying folded his hands over his belly neatly and swept a strand of hair from his face, making him appear as graceful as a passed-out drunk could. Standing upright, Li Ying realized how drunk he was himself. Everything was going ‘whee!’
“Will Li Ying continue to defend her title?”
“Come on, sweetheart!” Wang Hao taunted now that Hanjun was out of the game. “Come play, you won’t beat me!”
“Ahaha, I have to forfeit!” Li Ying raised his hands. “I really need to go powder my nose, like, right now!”
That earned him some good laughs, but no girl offered to come hold his hair when he ran to the washroom. No matter, Li Ying could hold his own. In the ladies’ room, he dived right into an empty stall, not bothering to close the door
“Wow, I love your dress—Hey, are you okay, little sister?” asked some other drunk girl from the bottom of her heart.
“Thanks, little sister, yeah, hold on…” With his other hand Li Ying kept his bangs and ponytail out of his face, and with the other he shoved his fingers into his throat and purged what he could before it entered his gut and his bloodstream.
Chilies aren’t nice coming back up this way.
“It’s okay, little sister, it’s okay, let it out!” The drunk girl clumsily patted his back.
Li Ying spat, flushed, and stood up. The girl waited for him to wash his hands and then offered him a bottle of water. Li Ying thankfully took it, poured water into his mouth and rinsed thoroughly.
Shit, Hanjun, look what you made me do!But mostly Li Ying was concerned with Hanjun’s wellbeing, after all, he was himself a veteran binge drinker while Hanjun was a lightweight.
“Do you want a breath mint?” the girl asked and held out a packet.
