"It’s okay, I’ll drink a bit with Uncle. I can handle my liquor," Sun Dasheng interrupted Han ii.
Unexpectedly.
He underestimated the situation.
Mr. Han, a hardy veteran from the military, drank like it was water.
After retirent, of course, he couldn’t drink much at ho, whether due to complaints from his wife and kids or their financial situation.
It had been a long ti since he drank so freely like today.
Enjoyable!
It was really enjoyable.
Even soone with Sun Dasheng’s enhanced physique couldn’t keep up anymore.
After all, before the enhancent, he was just an ordinary person who’d be knocked out after one drink.
A weak foundation ans limited improvent, no matter the enhancent.
Anyway, against a battle-hardened veteran like Mr. Han, he was no match at all.
"Uncle, you’re amazing!" Sun Dasheng said sincerely, looking at the table filled with bottles, his eyes a little glazed.
"Were you in a special position in the military?"
"Of course, back in the day, I was in the Logistics and Procurent Departnt, and every ti we went to the Russians to buy weapons, the commanders would always take along."
As Mr. Han got into the story, his eyes narrowed in reminiscence of those glorious days on the drinking table, his face beaming with pride.
Those were the highlights of his life.
But... later, he left the military for special reasons.
Returning to his small family, he lived peacefully and happily, settling into a normal life.
"Wow, I never knew you had such stories, Uncle." Sun Dasheng played the role of a good listener.
"Those Russians are all heavy drinkers, huh?"
Mr. Han, his face glowing, said, "Indeed. When it cos to drinking, we’re no match for them overall, but I was the exception. My best record was single-handedly taking down an entire table of Russians. I even helped with negotiations for advanced weapon imports back then."
At this point, he stopped.
Being a soldier, the instinct to keep secrets was ingrained in him.
Even now, tipsy and eager to boast, he could restrain himself at critical monts.
"Impressive!" Sun Dasheng genuinely admired.
Although ’drunkard’ has never been a complint dostically.
But in the right context, this skill could indeed bring glory to the country.
I rember there’s a fighter jet we imported from the Russians, thanks to a super drinker general who drank it back ho.
"Sun, you’re not bad either. I rarely et young folks who can drink like you."
"Co on, let’s have another one between us!"
Mr. Han raised his hand shakily.
But Sun Dasheng had already collapsed, sleeping on the table.
"Drink, drink, all you’ve done is talk nonsense." Mrs. Han ca over to clean up the ss.
Not forgetting to call to her daughter, who was playing with her phone on the couch, "ii, carry Sun to your room, let him rest well."
"Oh, I’m coming."
An 80kg man, how could Han ii carry him by herself?
"Mom, give a hand."
Mrs. Han put down her bowl, took an arm, and the mother-daughter duo worked together to drag him into the room and heavily tossed him onto the bed.
Han ii, wiping the sweat from her forehead, astonished, said, "He doesn’t look like he has much at, but he’s surprisingly heavy."
"Alright, go to the bathroom, fetch so hot water, and wipe him down. Let him have a good sleep."
Mrs. Han left after saying this.
What?
This?
A single sentence from her mother left her standing there, blushing.
As an eighteen-year-old girl.
She knew about high school romance.
At most, it’s just chatting, holding hands, maybe sneaking into the woods for a secret kiss.
But to undress and wipe down a grown man was beyond her experience.
Could this be what adult romance is like?
Really... embarrassing.
She initially wanted to ask her mom for help.
But she saw her busy taking care of her drunken dad.
So she had to do this herself.
After all, there’s a first ti for everything.
Right, Han ii.
Co on.
Bringing the hot water, lifting Sun Dasheng’s clothes, she was dumbfounded.
My God, the eight-pack abs and those charming chest muscles.
Almost made her drool.
Wipe, firmly wipe.
The towel soaked in hot water, wrung out, and she slowly wiped his body.
Inch by inch, like wiping a precious antique, not daring to be careless.
The more she wiped, the brighter her eyes shone, and the redder her ears beca.
Finished with the upper body, her gaze involuntarily drifted downward: should that also be wiped?
At this mont, her mother’s voice ca from outside the room: "ii, are you done over there?"
"Ah?" Han ii, slightly flustered, quickly covered him with the blanket.
Then she carried the basin of hot water out.
"Mom, I’m done."
Then she saw her dad sleeping on the couch.
"What’s this?" She wondered why her always-caring mother let him sleep there.
"Oh, he drank so much today, let him sleep here tonight as a minor punishnt."
She chuckled as she explained, "We had a guest today, the house is small, Sun is sleeping in your room, let your dad make do on the couch for the night, you sleep with ."
It seems mom still loves her.
Han ii’s mood instantly turned delightful.
’Thud!~’
A loud bang.
Followed by a series of crashes.
As it turned out, Mr. Han had rolled off the couch and knocked over the fruit platter on the coffee table.
Han ii hurried over to help her mom lift her dad up and then said, "Mom, it’s better if dad sleeps in the room with you, I’ll make do on the couch for a night."
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