The next morning, golden sunlight streamed through the window frames, dewdrops glistened on the roses in the courtyard, and a faint fragrance wafted in with the breeze. The whole world seemed like a baby waking from slumber, brimming with vitality and energy.
Su Zelin also opened his eyes in this bright morning.
Holding his head that was still throbbing from the hangover, he looked bewildered.
Uh, wasn't I drinking with Uncle Qin last night? How come I'm lying in bed with the sky still so bright?
I seem to have... gotten drunk!
After a while, Su Zelin reached a conclusion.
Three men drinking two cases of beer, and I somehow got drunk, so embarrassing!
He felt as if his reputation was utterly ruined.
Before being reborn, he was a king of nightlife, known as the "Little Prince of Nightlife," how could he be this weak?
It seems my youthful body hasn't yet experienced the baptism of alcohol, it needs gradual training!
