The next morning, Song Guangming woke up with a dull ache in his head, rubbing his temples as if a tiny hammer were gently tapping away inside his skull.
"My lord, you're awake?" Peng Xiaoyan walked into the room carrying a steaming bowl of hangover soup. The aroma of the soup was like a little hand reaching straight into Song Guangming's nose.
"Oh, dear, I really drank too much last night," Song Guangming sighed, taking the bowl. "Brother Li's wine is truly fantastic, but it packs quite a punch—just like a little wild beast."
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