Zhou Mikang then picked up a bottle of white spirit from the edge of the table, "I'll spare you, but you have to drink this bottle in one go."
Getting drunk is better than embarrassing yourself like this! He isn't the bride, after all. Speaking of which, Third Brother is too harsh. Had he never noticed before that aside from a foul temper, Third Brother was this sly?
Qiao Jingjun complained inwardly, grabbing the bottle without any hesitation, tilting his head back, and gulping down the potent liquor, "glug glug," right into his stomach.
The moment he put down the bottle, he started to sway and then, without a word, "thud," he collapsed onto the bed and passed out.
Zhou Mikang waved his hand in disgust, "Take him away, take him away, is that a bed for him to lie on?"
"Exactly, exactly, this is Third Brother's and third sister-in-law's new bed, how can we let him mess it up?" Luo Gaoqiang joined in the teasing as he stepped forward, his face lit up with eagerness.
