The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!-Chapter 821 - 812 Temporary (4)
Chapter 821 -812 Temporary (4)
Xia Siyu enthusiastically stood up, without further ado grabbed a bottle of 53% alcohol baijiu from the shelf for him, then swiftly grabbed a red wine glass and filled it to the brim for him in one go.
The stemmed glass was pretty large, and this one glassful was at least half a jin. Bo Yan was shocked on the side: “Siyu, this…”
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“If you’re a man, drink it all.” Xia Siyu quickly handed it over to him, Bo Yan with a helpless expression, “This isn’t about being a man or not, it’s that this is half a jin… half a jin.”
Xia Siyu took a glance and seemed to realize she might have poured a bit too much. She turned back to look at the bottle—the mouth of this kind of bottle was very small, once poured out it’s hard to put it back in. She knew about Bo’s “alcohol tolerance,” not even as good as hers.
She pondered for a moment: “How about, I help you drink some?”
“Hey, don’t.” This was no laughing matter. Her current physical condition really wasn’t suited for drinking alcohol. But even if she was well, Bo Yan wouldn’t let her drink either. This was high-proof baijiu, 53%, no joke, a sip could get an unaccustomed drinker drunk.
Wouldn’t her capacity of being able to down a whole bottle be harm to her?
“Eat first, have a little food, then I’ll drink it, okay?”
Xia Siyu knew that drinking on an empty stomach could lead to quicker intoxication, having some food base was better. And so, the two of them contentedly ate their meal. The chicken soup had been simmering for a while, the broth clear and slightly yellow, the chicken tender and delicious. After drinking several bowls of soup, they lit the fire again, added some tofu and side dishes, even without a main course, they were full.
But after the meal, Xia Siyu was still eyeing that glass of alcohol, her gaze flitting towards it: “We still haven’t drunk this.”
It seemed there was no escaping it. Bo Yan even said, “Can I go brush my teeth first? Otherwise, if I drink too much and have to vomit later, it will taste awful.”
What a delicate fellow. As long as he was willing to drink, Xia Siyu was particularly generous at this moment: “Fine, Her Majesty gives her permission.”
Bo Yan quickly went upstairs. His time up there was a bit long, seemingly not only did he brush his teeth, he shaved, took a bath, and even washed his hair. Xia Siyu got angry, slapping the sofa furiously: “Are you doing this on purpose? Deliberately delaying?”
Bo Yan smiled: “How could that be?”
Xia Siyu menacingly shoved the glass in front of him: “Drink up!”
Now was the time for Bo Yan to negotiate with her: “I’m not saying I absolutely can’t drink. But…”
Xia Siyu was very impatient and disliked it immensely when someone said “but…” during a conversation: “What ‘but’? I’ll teach you, just close your eyes, bring the glass to your mouth, and down it in one go. Don’t worry, even if you collapse, there’s the sofa; you can just sleep there. Even if you get a bout of alcohol-induced craziness, no one outside will see. If something happens to you, I’ll dial 120 immediately!”
What kind of wife is this, really a true wife, her own! Bo Yan was caught between laughter and tears, and it took him a while to say: “It’s like this. You also know that when we came together again, it was because we both drank too much. You know what I’m like when I drink excessively; I might not be able to control myself and do something bad to you, but you’re not supposed to right now, right?”
“It doesn’t matter, if you dare make a move on me, I’ll use slippers to deal with you.”
Bo Yan said, “How about this, if I really develop that kind of bad tendency, and you can’t then… could you help me out in some other way, like—using a hand.”
