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... is steps light and unsteady as he wavered back upstairs.
His tolerance for alcohol was still not very good, barely handling the twenty-something-degree sake after they had downed seven pots.
Back in his room, Lu Liang lay on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest when suddenly a cold towel covered his forehead, prompting him to immediately open his eyes.
"When you’re drunk... a cold towel on the forehead can be soothing."
Sakurada Miyuki panicked, like a frightened ...
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