"Thank you," she drank the ice water in one go, pushed the empty glass aside, and then poured another glass of brandy. "However, let's get this over with quickly." Saying this, she lowered her head even further, seeming a little unsteady, not as straight-backed as before, and relied most of her body's weight on the bar.
"The third question," she asked with great difficulty, lifting the corner of her lips slightly to look at him, "When can our game end?"
Unlike the previous two questions, he didn't answer immediately this time. He remained silent. It wasn't until she used her hand to prop up her head and look at him that he replied, "I don't know."
She paused for a moment, then chuckled. It seemed as though she took his response as an answer, trembling as she picked up the third glass of wine. Just as the glass was about to touch her lips, he reached out and grabbed it. He firmly held onto the glass, taking it from her hand and coldly said, "This glass of wine is mine."
With that, he tilted his head back and drank the wine.
She looked at him, perhaps due to the alcohol, her surprise was unconcealed in her eyes, and she asked, "Are you lying?"
He didn't answer, furrowing his brow slightly, as if displeased, coldly asking her, "Hannah, have you been drinking too much?"
"No, I haven't," she shook her head denying it. Clearly, she was drunk and looked foolish, yet she reached out to grab another glass of wine, speaking indistinctly, "The next question. The next question is, how can Fu Shenxing end this game?"
Seeing her like this, he couldn't help but sneer, "What's the difference with the previous question?"
"Huh? No difference?" She asked him slowly, pausing for a while before continuing, "Well, let's change it. How far does this game have to go for you to be satisfied?"
He was obviously angry, pursing his lips and coldly looking at her, refusing to answer.
"Oh, still not enough? Want to change the question again?" she asked softly, slumping weakly on the bar, lowering her head and murmuring, "But I just want to know the answer to this question, Fu Shenxing. I really want to know. I can't hold on much longer. Every day I tell myself the most frequent thing is not to go crazy, not to go crazy..."
She kept her head down, he couldn't see her face, but from her low voice with a heavy nasal tone, he thought she might be crying. Sure enough, the next moment he heard her sniffle, then heard her continue muttering.
"I've never done anything wrong, never done anything wrong since I was little. I studied hard, was kind to others, lived life positively, and believed in the kindness and beauty of this world. Fu Shenxing, what did I do wrong to deserve your revenge? Oh, I forgot, I did do one wrong thing, I stopped the car, wanting to save a completely unrelated stranger...but I ended up killing someone. I've never even killed a chicken before, but I killed a person with a single blow, and then I had endless nightmares, closing my eyes was all I saw blood."
She laughed softly, but then started coughing inexplicably, her body arched like a shrimp, unable to stop. At first, he just watched coldly, but for some reason, seeing her so helpless, he reached out to lightly pat her back, taunting coldly, "With this tolerance for alcohol, you dare to play this game, you're quite foolish."
Her eyes were still teary, and her flushed face bore traces of tears, covering her mouth forcefully, incomprehensibly murmured, "I want to throw up."
He paused for a moment, then helped her to the bathroom, but she was so weak and could barely stand, swaying from side to side. He simply reached out and lifted her up, carrying her in his arms, quickly walking to the bathroom. Seeing her retching badly, he threatened her, "If you dare throw up on me-" before she suddenly vomited, spilling the mixture of stomach acid and alcohol all over his chest.
"Yes, I'm sorry!" she unexpectedly apologized, taking advantage of his daze, struggled off him, and ran two steps to the toilet, kneeling beside it and vomiting intensely.
Fu Shenxing's robe was sullied with a lot of stains, he glanced down, his face twisted with disgust, threw the robe into the laundry basket, then turned and leaned against the sink, frowning at her. She continued retching, but there was hardly anything coming out, except for the two large glasses of wine and a glass of ice water she had just drunk.
"This woman hardly ate anything tonight!" He coldly observed her, but uncharacteristically softened a bit, and handed her a glass of warm water, coldly saying, "Stop vomiting, drink some water."
She seemed to have lost the strength to vomit, kneeling by the toilet, her hand shaking severely when she reached out for the water, for a while she couldn't bring the glass to her lips. Unable to bear it, he bent over and snatched the glass from her, feeding her mouthfuls, until the glass was empty.
Her face was damp, with tears or water, as she softly said, "Thank you."
He ignored her, striding over her with his long legs, and went straight to the bathroom to take a shower. In the mist, she remained sitting motionless, her paper-white face with only the thick eyelashes, now appearing oddly black, covering her eyes, looking somewhat daunting.
He looked at her, couldn't help but curse, and broke his own rule once more, reaching out to pick her up from the ground, carrying her to the bathroom and placing her on a bench against the wall, then quickly stripped her clothes off and turned on the shower for her.
When she was suddenly soaked by the water, she finally reacted, gasping and subconsciously dodging, but he grabbed her, pressed her against the bench, and continued to rinse her body with water, impatiently scolding, "Don't move! Behave!"
This was the first time he had ever tended to a woman, even in his past role as Shen Zhijie, women flattered him and engaged in flirtatious activities, but giving a woman a bath was completely unprecedented. He was inexperienced and rough, causing her to choke on water, coughing violently, which made him a little nervous as he squatted down to look at her, asking, "Are you okay?"
Her face was covered in water and tears, her eyes were red like a rabbit's, her voice hoarse like a broken gong, but her first words were, "Fu Shenxing, I don't owe you, I've never done anything to you that's unforgivable."
He was stunned for a moment, feeling both amused and exasperated. He silently gazed at her for a while, then reached out to pat her face gently, saying, "He Yan, with such a low alcohol tolerance, are you really daring to play this game with me?" He paused, raised his eyebrows slightly and asked her, "Are you pretending to be drunk?"
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