The liquor at Liu Xiang Pavilion is indeed quite good, so much so that even Song Zhiyu got tipsy.
"Be careful, if you fall into the latrine, I'm not pulling you out," Bao Datong tightly gripped his buddy's hand, sighing. If it weren't for them having fought together and wet their beds as kids, he wouldn't have accompanied him to such a filthy place.
Upon hearing this, Song Zhiyu pinched his baozi-like cheeks with both hands, complaining, "Aren't we brothers anymore? I'm already this miserable, and you still have so much to say while accompanying me to take a leak."
Bao Datong dodged his devilish paws, exclaiming, "My gosh, you haven't even washed your hands after holding it."
Damn it, his face was covered with the residue of urine, damn.
Song Zhiyu released his hands and giggled foolishly, "Deserved it!"
