He slowly walked inside the cave and sat down on the edge of the stone bed. His shoulders drooped heavily, and his entire expression was filled with regret.
If regret could be turned into medicine, he would have swallowed ten bottles already.
Unfortunately…
There was no medicine for regret.
Shi Feng stared blankly at his sleeping female. Inside his head, countless thoughts ran wildly.
Why did I drink so much?
Why did I think I could handle it?
Why did that kid keep filling my cup?!
His hand slowly clenched into a fist.
"That brat…"
For a brief moment, he truly wanted to go find that cheerful boy and shake him violently.
Why did you give me that drink?!
Why was it so strong?!
But after thinking for two seconds, Shi Feng sighed heavily.
"…Actually, it's my fault."
No one had forced him to drink. He had happily accepted every single cup.
Because it tasted good. Because he liked drinking. And now look at the result. He had missed the most important night.
