Feng Ye lay half-reclined on the bed, closing his eyes to rest for a while.
Only when the sound of firecrackers rang out and the banquet began did he slowly get up, straighten his clothes, open the door, and go out.
This was unavoidable; as the host, he had to toast and thank the guests who came to offer their congratulations.
According to custom, toasts should be offered after all the dishes have been served, but there were simply too many tables, so toasts had to be offered while the dishes were being served.
There was nothing that could be done about it; otherwise, some people might have already finished eating and left before he finished toasting everyone.
Because there were so many people, it was impossible to toast each one individually; instead, only one cup was offered per table, and the meal was quickly completed.
Even so, it's still not enough for him to handle the alcohol.
The key point is that you can't let someone else drink for you; you have to drink it yourself, otherwise it's considered disrespectful.
Therefore, after drinking dozens of cups of wine, even though they were small cups, he was still dizzy and unsteady on his feet, secretly complaining to himself.
At each table, glasses were emptied, the air thick with the smell of alcohol, and my stomach was churning, yet I had to force myself to stay upright, afraid of being impolite.
Finally, after toasting the last table, Feng Ye's face was flushed, his legs were weak, and he could barely stand.
Ye Qingling quickly stepped forward to support him, saying with concern, "Don't push yourself, go back to your room and rest."
Feng Ye nodded weakly, practically hanging on Ye Qingling, and staggered towards the room.
As soon as he entered the room, he collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily. He felt dizzy and disoriented, muttering, "Wife, you know what? I'm so happy, so happy today..."
"I know you're happy. Get some rest and don't think too much."
Ye Qingling helped him take off his shoes, socks, and clothes, covered him with a blanket, whispered something, and turned to leave.
Unexpectedly, Feng Ye suddenly reached out and grabbed her with surprising force, causing her to fall onto the bed.
I don't know where he, a drunkard, got such strength.
Ye Qingling struggled to get up, but Feng Ye hugged her tightly and kissed her several times.
Even though the door was closed, she was still so embarrassed that her face turned bright red and her heart pounded like a drum, with so many guests outside in broad daylight.
She didn't argue with the drunkard; she simply pushed his head away and whispered, "Stop fooling around. It'll be bad if someone sees us."
Feng Ye, however, was as stubborn as a child, and mumbled, "She's my own wife, what's wrong with me kissing her... just one kiss."
Ye Qingling sighed helplessly and let him fool around for a while.
But kissing wasn't enough; he buried his head in her chest and nuzzled against her breasts, saying, "So fragrant, so milky, so soft..."
And those hands weren't behaving themselves, wandering around...
This made Ye Qingling feel numb all over, and her cheeks became increasingly hot.
She finally couldn't hold back any longer and snorted softly, "Ah Ye, you're really drunk, stop making a scene."
Feng Ye mumbled, "I'm not drunk, I just... I just wanted to touch you, it's been so long since I did..."
Ye Qingling was startled and quickly covered his foul mouth.
If the guests outside heard this, what would happen?
She'd be laughed at to death; she'd lose all face.
"You're not drunk yet. What are you thinking about in broad daylight?"
Ye Qingling was both embarrassed and annoyed. Her face flushed, she lowered her voice and said, "You better behave yourself. If you keep talking nonsense, I'll really get angry."
Feng Ye, however, held her tightly, mumbling, "It's not daytime, it's clearly nighttime. Look how bright it is outside... wait, why is it so bright? Does the sun shine at night?"
He rubbed his eyes and then chuckled foolishly, "Haha, how strange, the sun shines at night too..."
He was really drunk; he blacked out and couldn't even tell day from night.
Ye Qingling felt both helpless and amused. Taking advantage of his loosening of his grip, she quickly got up and gently coaxed, "Alright, alright, stop fooling around and close your eyes to sleep."
"I'm not making a fuss. You're my wife, it's my right to want you..."
As he spoke, Feng Ye reached out to pull her again.
Ye Qingling finally lost her temper and slapped him hard, ordering, "Go to sleep."
"Just go to sleep, why are you being so fierce? Hitting me, is she even my wife anymore...? I'm so pitiful, getting hit by my wife... *sniffle*..."
Feng Ye muttered aggrievedly, turned over, and faced away from Ye Qingling. Soon, even snoring could be heard.
Looking at Feng Ye, who was completely drunk and unconscious, Ye Qingling felt both annoyed and amused. She pulled the blanket that was covering him up and covered him with it. Then she tidied her hair and clothes, took a deep breath to calm herself down, and opened the door to go out.
...
The next morning, Feng Ye slowly woke up. Due to a hangover, his head felt like it had been hit by a heavy hammer; it was both painful and dizzy, and his throat was extremely dry.
He rubbed his temples, struggled to sit up, looked at Ye Qingling who was breastfeeding by the bed, and asked, "What time is it?"
Ye Qingling turned and glanced at him: "It's past eight o'clock."
"That can't be right, why is it still so bright at 8 o'clock?"
Feng Ye was still in a daze and didn't react for a moment.
"I'm still drunk; it's a little past eight in the morning."
"Oh, did I sleep for that long?"
What do you think?
Feng Ye scratched his head, smiled awkwardly, and finally sobered up. He vaguely remembered what had happened after he got drunk yesterday, but it was all a blur.
"Honey, I didn't make any fools of myself yesterday, did I?"
He asked somewhat guiltily.
Ye Qingling rolled her eyes and said irritably, "You did what you did, and you're asking me? Don't you have any self-awareness?"
"I only remember you helping me back to my room, then I hugged you and kissed you a few times, and then..."
Feng Ye thought about it carefully, but still couldn't remember. "I don't remember anything after that."
"Oh, do you remember when I slapped you?"
"Why did you hit me? Did I go crazy while drunk? No, I've always been a good drinker and never go crazy when I'm drunk."
"That's just your own opinion. In broad daylight, with so many guests outside, you were pulling me around, touching and kissing me, and even trying to do *that* kind of thing. If you weren't drunk, I wouldn't have let you off the hook."
"Yeah?"
Feng Ye chuckled awkwardly twice, then got out of bed, slipped on his woolen shoes, poured himself a glass of water, and gulped it down. Only then did he feel a little better.
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