Tangling with the Western Commander

Chapter 305: Chapter 302: Entered the Wrong Room! Chapter 305: Chapter 302: Entered the Wrong Room! Those peach blossom eyes seemed to have taken on a blurry, drunken hue.

As he drank, he murmured something under his breath, his mind in a haze.

When his mumblings reached a crescendo of excitement, his long legs sprawled on the ground suddenly kicked out, knocking over an empty beer can.

There was a light clang, and then it was left to roll away, clattering as it went.

There were already several bottles scattered around him on the ground.

After several cans of beer, he fumbled for a bottle of Erguotou, something he had never drunk before. Upon opening it, he guzzled it straight down.

The fiery liquid scorched his throat, immediately making him cough.

It burned him as if his lungs were in pain, and something in his body began to blaze fiercely.

Each cell in his body started to stir with feverish activity.

Beer and hard liquor should never be mixed, as the potency is strong.

Yet, he not only mixed them, but he also drank the fierce Erguotou.

After some time, he felt disoriented and his body hot and restless.

He struggled to stand up, leaning against the wall. Shaking his head didn’t help; his mind remained heavy and muddled.

He started to walk, heading out, his footsteps light and unsteady, his figure swaying. Finally, he climbed the stairs, gripping the handrail for support.

“Xian, Xianxian…”

After ascending the stairs, he staggered along the hallway toward the deeper rooms, guided by the subconscious memories in his mind.

That was where Xianxian’s room was.

He wanted to find her…

Yet, in his drunken state, he completely failed to realize he was not on the third floor where Wen Xian’s room was, but on the second.

Huo Qi’s slender shadow stumbled until, at last, it reached a door inside.

His body leaned against the door as he took some difficult, deep breaths, his pale, slender hand gripping the doorknob tightly.

Finally, he pushed it down—
and stumbled into the room, making sure to close the door behind him.

Inside, the room was pitch-black, not a hint of light anywhere.

Huo Qi, relying on his memories of Wen Xian’s room, walked towards the bed in the dark.

But the room was too dark, and as he neared the bed, something like a chair leg tripped him, sending him plummeting forward—!

“Ugh—!”

The person sleeping in the bed was suddenly crushed by a heavy weight, letting out a pained grunt.

In the darkness, his cool eyes snapped open.

All he saw was a person lying on top of him, very heavy, emitting a strong smell of alcohol.

Realizing someone had barged into his room, he abruptly tried to push him off, but the drunken man on top of him suddenly wrapped his arms around him.

“Xian, Xianxian…”

Huo Qi felt as though he was embracing Wen Xian, her scent fresh and crisp, as if after a shower, and very pleasant.

He couldn’t help but hold the person beneath him tightly, refusing to let go.

He kept mumbling something between his lips.

Meanwhile, the person beneath him was nearly frantic with irritation.

His body exuded a bone-chilling cold, “Are you insane? Get off me—!”

The trapped individual hissed through clenched teeth, yet the man who had drunk too much was heavy as lead, clinging like a koala.

No matter how hard he was pushed, he wouldn’t budge.

And then, in that moment, Huo Qi suddenly clasped the neck of the person beneath him and with a lazy, husky voice said:
“…do you know how much I like you…”

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