Tang Mo laughed and said, "Do you dare to drink? Want *me* to give you some incentive?"
Upon hearing this, Chu Hao became extremely interested and asked, "What incentive?"
Pointing at herself, Tang Mo replied, "You’ve been staring at *me* for so long, aren’t you tempted? How about this? If you can outdrink me, I’ll give you an article of my clothing. How’s that?"
What a perk this was!
Chu Hao swallowed and said, "Sister Mo, you’re the one who said it."
"The condition is, you have to win the drinking game first," Tang Mo replied as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
On the table, cups were all filled with white liquor, and the two began to drink.
After ten minutes, even Chu Hao was finding it hard to bear. Turning to Tang Mo, he saw her still drinking, glancing at him with a hint of disdain.
Damn!! What’s with that side-eye? Do you really think Brother Hao can’t outdrink you?
Chu Hao began to drink fiercely.
After a while, Tang Mo also started to feel her vision blur; even forcing out the alcohol with her Inner Strength wasn’t working.
Feeling slightly dizzy, Chu Hao said, "Still drinking? If you can’t handle it, just give up. I, your young master, wouldn’t mind loosening my clothes for some enjoyment."
As if I, Divine Master Bi Wang, would follow your rhythm. It’s time to settle the score!
Tang Mo stiffened and snorted, "Don’t you just want to see *me* undress, right? How about this? You drink one bottle, I’ll take off one item, and you take off one item."
Chu Hao asked, "What if you try to slack off?"
With a cold laugh, Tang Mo unbuttoned her shirt, revealing a bold and magnificent air that was simply peerless.
Chu Hao’s eyes widened. She’s actually daring enough to do it. So bold!
Chu Hao picked up the bottle and began to drink. A whole bottle of white liquor went down, but his constitution could handle it; he felt a stream of energy inside him rapidly purging the alcohol.
After wiping his mouth, Chu Hao stared at Tang Mo and said, "Your turn."
Gritting her teeth, Tang Mo was determined to go through with it. Once Chu Hao was drunk, he might let slip the truth under the influence of alcohol, perhaps revealing why he wanted to get close to Yi Qinglian.
Indeed, Tang Mo had been brought here by Yi Zhengjun. Yi Zhengjun still didn’t trust Chu Hao, so he had called Tang Mo to test him. But Tang Mo hadn’t expected Chu Hao to be such a formidable drinker.
Tang Mo’s legs, lustrous and smooth as silk, were mesmerizing. However, Chu Hao noticed bruises and even scars that looked like they were from a dagger on her thighs.
This woman is not as simple as she seems.
Chu Hao asked, "What happened to the wounds on your legs?"
Waving her hand, Tang Mo replied, "Don’t worry about it. Keep drinking."
Chu Hao laughed and said, "I can make your wounds disappear."
Tang Mo didn’t believe him and retorted, "These wounds have been with me for four years. Don’t you think I’d know if they could disappear? Are you trying to back out of drinking?"
She actually guessed right. How could any normal person drink this much and still be standing? It would be too much for anyone. He wanted to buy some time, to let the energy flow within his body expel the alcohol so he could drink again.
Eagerly, Chu Hao said, "Do you believe me?"
As he spoke, he placed his hand on her ankle. Tang Mo almost kicked him away but restrained herself, curious to see what he was up to.
"Don’t move," Chu Hao said seriously.
Tang Mo was intrigued. After a moment, she felt a ticklish sensation on her ankle. When Chu Hao released his hand, the wound was actually gone!
"How... How did you do that?"
Tang Mo was astonished. She knew her own wounds best; they had penetrated deep into the flesh, and healing them should have been utterly impossible.
"Ding... Host has successfully shown off, earning 60 Pretentiousness Points."
Unintentionally showing off again.
Chu Hao waved his hand with the air of an aloof, otherworldly master, saying, "This is nothing. There’s no wound too large for me to heal, nothing this Taoist Master can’t do."
Women cherish their beauty. Because Tang Mo had practiced martial arts from a young age, she had accumulated many scars. Naturally, she was overjoyed that someone could heal them.
"Quick! Help *me* heal," Tang Mo urged.
Chu Hao chuckled. "Alright! One bottle of wine, and I’ll treat one of your wounds."
Tang Mo agreed without hesitation. "Deal."
Tang Mo started drinking. After one bottle, she couldn’t take it anymore and became completely muddled, only to see Chu Hao watching her with a gleeful smile.
Tang Mo, annoyed, said, "You drink too."
The corner of Chu Hao’s mouth twitched. Indeed, he was struggling to drink any more. This woman is ruthless, he thought, then said, "Then you go ahead and strip."
Tang Mo didn’t care much at this point. She figured Chu Hao would be close to passing out after two more bottles anyway. Chu Hao gulped, his eyes fixed intently on Tang Mo’s every move.
Finally, the beautiful Tang Mo undid another piece, then snarled, "Drink."
This woman is too fierce! She’d sacrifice fifty of her own to eliminate a hundred of the enemy. But Tang Mo’s current appearance was incredibly enticing, one hand covering herself—a sight that would be unbearable for any man.
Chu Hao, practically drooling, said, "Take your hand away."
Her face flushed. It was Tang Mo’s first time, after all, letting someone see her ; she was simply too embarrassed.
Tang Mo saw Yi Qinglian and Lin Xinyue were fast asleep. She glared at Chu Hao and said, "Don’t worry. I still have one more piece on. After that, there’ll be nothing left to cover myself with."
Her logic was sound; I was speechless.
Chu Hao said, "You drink too."
Tang Mo replied with bravado, "Bring it on."
After another bottle, Tang Mo was genuinely drunk, and Chu Hao was barely holding on.
Tang Mo said bitterly, "You... how can you drink so much? Don’t tell me you also have Inner Strength?"
So the energy flowing inside me is Inner Strength!
Chu Hao said proudly, "People call me the Little Wine God Prince. You think I picked that name out of a hat? Hurry up and strip."
Tang Mo shook her head vigorously. "I’m not drinking anymore."
With that, she tried to get up and put on her clothes.
Of course, Chu Hao wasn’t happy. "Sister Mo, you can’t play , going back on your word. Fine then, I won’t heal your scars either. Besides, I’m probably the only one in Huaxia who can remove them."
Upon hearing this, Tang Mo deflated like a punctured balloon. She glanced anxiously at the two sleeping on the couch, gritted her teeth, and said, "Can we... go into the room, please?"
Chu Hao was thrilled. "Sure."
Walking toward the room, Tang Mo staggered, truly drunk, and nearly fell. Chu Hao swiftly caught her. The moment they touched, Tang Mo jolted as if electrocuted and quickly pushed him away. "I can walk on my own."
They entered the room. Photos of Yi Qinglian hung on the walls; it was clearly the superstar’s bedroom.
If Yi Qinglian found out about this, would either of them make it out alive?
Tang Mo, her face blushing to the tips of her ears—not from the alcohol but from genuine shyness—said, "You... turn your back to me."
But I don’t want to miss such an exciting moment.
Chu Hao shook his head. "That won’t do. I drank so much just for this."
Tang Ying glared and accused, "You really did have ill intentions!"
Chu Hao replied, "Sister Mo, who could blame me when you’re so beautiful? Who could stay calm?"
But those words truly struck a chord.