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"Ah, no worries," Zhao Zeyang waved his hand. "If you lose, I'll drink for you."
Seeing everyone waiting for her, Yao Nian didn’t want to appear too out of place, so she steeled herself and joined in the game. As expected, with her skills, she lost three rounds right at the start. Zhao Zeyang fulfilled his promise and downed the drinks Yao Nian had lost.
Cen Shujie immediately wore a teasing expression and said in a playful tone, "Oh, Zeyang, you really care about Yao Nian, huh? With so many of us here, why are you only drinking for her?"
Chen Su also chimed in with a laugh, "Why are you exposing him? This kid rarely gets a chance to show off; he should drink more!"
Yao Nian frowned slightly. Although she knew they were joking, it still made her uncomfortable. She grabbed a new glass and downed the three drinks Zhao Zeyang had taken for her in one go. "No need to help me; I can handle it myself."
Cen Shujie and Zhao Zeyang exchanged knowing glances and shared a meaningful smile. "Come on, let’s keep going!"
After several rounds, Yao Nian had downed four more glasses and felt her stomach swelling uncomfortably. Waves of nausea rolled through her as she stood up unsteadily and headed toward the restroom.
Seeing this, Cen Shujie quickly shot Zhao Zeyang a glance. The man promptly set down the dice cup and followed her.
Shen Du yawned, closed his book, and glanced at his phone to check the time. It was almost midnight; why hadn’t the young lady called him yet? It was rare for Yao Nian to stay out this late, especially for a department gathering. Shen Du didn’t want to push too hard but couldn’t help worrying. He sent her a text message.
After waiting ten minutes with no reply, Shen Du finally couldn’t hold back any longer and called her. The phone rang several times before it was answered.
"Is it still going on?" he asked.
"Cough cough, it's Shujie," came the reply.
Shen Du paused briefly before asking in a serious tone, "Where’s Yao Nian?"
Cen Shujie held her phone at the door of the private room and glanced toward the restroom. "She’s in there. We’re wrapping up soon; do you want to come pick her up?"
"Okay," Shen Du replied as he grabbed his car keys. "I’ll head over now."
After hanging up, Cen Shujie slowly curled her lips into a smile.
Once Yao Nian finished in the restroom, she felt even dizzier. Stumbling to the sink, she rinsed her mouth but felt as if the world was spinning around her.
She wanted to call Shen Du, but after rummaging through her pockets for a long time, she couldn't find her phone. As she stepped down the stairs, she almost stumbled.
Suddenly, someone grabbed her wrist, tightening around her waist. The man leaned in without hesitation, and Yao Nian immediately shook her arm to break free. "Zhao Zeyang, what are you doing?"
Zhao Zeyang coaxed her gently, "You've had too much to drink. I'm just helping you."
"I can manage on my own," Yao Nian said, creating distance between them as she moved forward.
Zhao Zeyang stepped ahead and pushed open the door to the private room. "Hey, wait! You can't go in there."
Yao Nian was only focused on quickly getting her phone to make a call, completely oblivious to the room number above the door. It was only when she found herself in a pitch-black environment with music abruptly cut off that she realized she had entered the wrong room.
As she turned around, Zhao Zeyang had already closed the door and stood blocking the exit.
Yao Nian seemed to realize something. Pressing her throbbing temples, her voice tinged with anger, she demanded, "Move aside."
Zhao Zeyang looked at the girl he had admired for a long time. Under the influence of alcohol, his dazed eyes reflected his feelings. "Yao Nian, do you know? I really like you."
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