He Xieyi, with the conspicuous big bag on his head, chatted with Ethan Lin for a long time, from what kind of wine Ethan Lin likes to what kind of food Ethan Lin likes. The two of them got more and more interested in each other as they talked. When they got excited, He Xieyi almost wanted to get up from the bed and drink with Ethan Lin again.
Fortunately, although He Xieyi was not a very reliable brother, He Wanxiang was still very calm. Seeing that his brother wanted to jump up, he grabbed his brother's shoulders and pushed him back: "Mr. Lin's head hurts too, just let him go."
Ethan Lin was busy and said that her head also hurt.
"Oh, forget it then." He Wanxiang said with a look of regret and a feeling of wanting more, "I was thinking that Master Lin has a good alcohol tolerance. I haven't had such a good drink in a long time."
When Ethan Lin heard him boasting about her good alcohol tolerance, she said with difficulty: "How did Mr. He know... that I can drink well?"
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