Ange had just finished dealing with Huayin’s troublesome bedsheets. Although it wasn’t enough to make her back ache, she was still exhausted.
However, the moment she returned to her room, she was met with a strong smell of alcohol and a Huayin who had completely entered Drunken Madness Mode.
Huayin, whose cheeks had only been slightly flushed before, now had her entire face and neck covered in an abnormal crimson.
Those sharp red eyes were watery now, but inside, a chaotic and excited flame seemed to be burning.
Seeing Ange enter, she seemed to have a switch flipped.
Swaying unsteadily, she pointed a finger at her and began a tirade that was utterly illogical yet pierced the heart with every word.
“You! Ange! You’re just a Beast! A Beast who only dares to hide in the Restroom and is too afraid to be seen!”
Her voice rose due to the alcohol, cracking with a sharp pitch.
“A Beast who only knows how to run around rutting when in heat!!”
She stood up abruptly and approached Ange with unsteady steps, her eyes filled with grievance and rage.
“And you, you damned Beast! You even violated me! Do you know what that means?! Huh?!”
She slapped her chest hard, though the force was weak and limp because of the intoxication.
“I! Huayin Phoenix! Suddenly, I’m Taken! Suddenly, there might be a Little Trouble in my belly! I haven’t even had a proper romance! I haven’t even held hands with someone I like more than a few times! Although I’ve never actually been interested in anyone before…”
Her voice took on a sobbing tone, mixed with heavy drunkenness.
“And the result? The result is that because of you, you Beast in heat! I have to be tied to this… this stingy, decadent guy who always looks like death! And even get married?! Are you kidding me?!”
She scolded her mercilessly, as if pouring out all the dissatisfaction, grievance, and sense of absurdity that had built up over these days.
In her excitement, she grabbed the open bottle of alcohol from the table nearby and tried to chug it.
However, her hand shook, and the liquid splashed out, with quite a bit landing on Ange’s clean bedsheets, leaving dark stains.
Ange watched the wine stain spread rapidly across the bed, her eyelids twitching.
The bit of guilt she had felt for dirtying the other’s bedsheets was instantly diluted by this bratty behavior.
But she knew there was no reasoning with a drunkard, so she had no choice but to suppress her anger and try to soothe her.
“Yes, yes, yes, I’m a Beast. I was wrong, it’s all my fault…”
As she uttered these perfunctory apologies, she stepped forward quickly, trying to snatch the troublesome bottle from Huayin’s hand.
“Alright, alright, stop drinking. If you drink anymore, you’ll have a headache tomorrow.”
However, alcohol hadn’t just magnified Huayin’s emotions; it also seemed to have granted her unusual strength and stubbornness.
Ange reached out for the bottle, but Huayin clutched it tightly like a cub protecting its food. Her teeth were clenched on her flushed face as she glared fiercely at Ange.
“Let go! It’s mine! I don’t need your help!”
She roared unclearly, and while Ange was dazed for a moment, she actually tilted her head back and chugged the remaining half-bottle of alcohol in one go.
The spicy liquid scorched her throat, making her cough violently until tears came out, but her face wore an almost victorious, provocative expression as she looked at Ange.
Ange looked at the empty bottle, then at Huayin’s reckless and arrogant “what are you going to do about it” attitude, and a surge of nameless anger finally rose within her.
‘This girl! She clearly can’t drink, yet she insisted on having so much. She’s obviously using the alcohol as an excuse to act crazy and pick a fight on purpose!’
‘Fine! You’re the boss! I can’t handle you, alright?!’
Ange’s chest heaved with anger, but her reason told her that arguing with someone who was completely wasted was just asking for trouble.
Moreover, she was indeed in the wrong.
All she wanted now was to get this little ancestor to sleep so she could have some peace and think about where she was supposed to sleep tonight.
‘Just go to sleep already. You’ll know how miserable it feels when you wake up…’ she cursed viciously in her heart.
However, things developed far beyond Ange’s expectations.
Just when she thought Huayin had finished venting and drinking, and would finally settle down, the curtain on the real loss of control had only just begun to rise.
Huayin stood swaying by the bed, her blurred, drunken eyes staring intently at the bedsheet she had just spilled wine on, as if it weren’t a stain but some evidence of a heinous crime.
She raised her hand, pointing a trembling finger at the bed and then at Ange, announcing with illogical but firm conviction.
“You… you did that kind of… filthy thing… to my bed!”
Her voice was intermittent due to her intoxication, yet it carried a strange persistence.
“You dirtied it! In… in that disgusting way of yours!”
She snapped her head around, her flushed cheeks wearing a look that mixed revenge with some kind of unknown excitement.
She looked at Ange and said, word by word:
“So… so I’m going to… give it all back to you! In the exact same way!”
Ange: “…???!!!”
Ange was completely stunned.
An extremely ominous premonition washed over her like ice water from the top of her head, snapping her into clarity.
Looking at Huayin’s red pupils, which glinted with a dangerous light under the influence of alcohol, she felt for the first time what it truly meant for a situation to spiral out of control.
‘What… what does she want to do?!’