"Little beauty, why are you so good at playing dice?" After drinking several glasses of wine, the young man's head was slightly dizzy and he held Cen Xi's soft waist, putting his face on her shoulder.
Cen Xi knew that he had drunk a lot and a smile appeared on her red lips. "Do you still want to continue?"
"Yes, yes."
The young man said to continue, but his eyelids were so heavy he could not open them. Smelling the faint fragrance from Cen Xi's hair, he was so drunk he fell asleep.
Cen Xi called him a few times, and seeing that he had no reaction, she pushed him away.
Tang Xi and Qiao Yanze, who were sitting in the middle of the sofa, had smoked a few cigarettes and caught up on everything. Tang Xi looked into the corner with interest and saw that Mr Zhou was knocked out drunk by that waitress. He grinned. "That girl's quite good. Mr Zhou has a very high tolerance for alcohol, but he lost to a little girl like her."
