The nights in Jing City are long and the streets are raucous.
After wolfing down a dozen oysters and knocking back a beer, Bai Yu didn’t wait for Wu Ming to finish his meal. With a heavy *thud*, her forehead hit the table—she was out cold.
"Huh?" Wu Ming, a tiger-skin chicken foot dangling from his lips, raised a brow. "Hey! Are you kidding me? One beer and you’re already down?"
Chapter 52