God-Level All-rounder Expert

Chapter 1413: Chapter 1494: The Wedding Toast

"Hey, little junior brother, when you say that, it... doesn’t sit right with me. Ah, it’s senior sister, not what I meant."

Leng Wushuang patted her chest, as if it were a mountain, and said, "Believe me! Who are you calling, the old man? He’s likely sleeping like a pig now. If you call, he won’t pick up. Let’s have a big drink first, and talk about tomorrow’s matters tomorrow—live life to the fullest!"

Fang Yi turned his head to look at Leng Wushuang.

"Hehe, little junior brother, does your senior sister’s wisdom leave you enlightened?" Leng Wushuang laughed.

"You remind me of someone I know," Fang Yi said.

"Really?"

"Yeah, she’s my sister."

"What a coincidence." Leng Wushuang laughed even more joyfully.

"She’s my real sister."

"Oh, oh."

"She takes great care of me."

"Uh-huh."

"She’d even warm my bed."

"Well, what’s the big deal? I’ll just share a bed with you when we get back!" Leng Wushuang said boldly, guaranteeing she’ll warm the bed, showing she didn’t mind at all.

Quite audacious indeed!

However, Fang Yi didn’t intend it that way; he was just testing the waters.

But the line she drew was untraceable.

Moreover, Fang Yi felt that her abilities were definitely beyond his. Even at his peak, he’d likely find it hard to match her.

As for why Fang Yi felt that way, simply put, it’s just what he sensed.

Fang Yi finally sat down, and Leng Wushuang moved to one side, pushing a cup towards Fang Yi, smiling, "Come on, little junior brother, fill it up for your senior sister. Tonight, we won’t leave until we’re drunk!"

"I have something to do tomorrow," Fang Yi said, emphasizing it for a second time.

"What’s the matter? With your senior sister here, I’ll surely help sort it out!" Leng Wushuang said, "That Zhou Family? No problem. See that guy with the flat-top? He’s your second senior brother, already has one foot in the second level of the Heavenly Level. One Zhou Family is nothing to him; he’s incredibly strong."

The flat-topped man glanced dully at Leng Wushuang, not wanting to talk much—a true silent type.

Fang Yi picked up a beer bottle and filled Leng Wushuang’s cup. Leng Wushuang lifted the cup, obviously wanting to toast him.

Yet just as Fang Yi was raising his glass, Leng Wushuang moved it past Fang Yi’s arm, leaned in, and chugged her beer in one go.

Fang Yi was slightly taken aback.

This senior sister is way too fierce!

"Little junior brother, why are you standing there? Hurry up and drink," Leng Wushuang urged when she saw Fang Yi hesitating.

Fang Yi looked down again—was this crossed-arms drinking okay?

But since she was so bold, Fang Yi wasn’t going to shy away, so he drank too.

As soon as they finished, Leng Wushuang laughed loudly. Her laughter was crisp and clear, like pearls dropping onto a jade plate, but Fang Yi heard a trace of loneliness, well hidden.

"Alright, little junior brother, now that you and I have had a cross-armed drink, you’ve acknowledged me as your third senior sister. From now on, you must call me Third Senior Sister. Understand?"

"Isn’t that supposed to lead to the bridal chamber?" Fang Yi asked.

"Ha! Little junior brother, you’re thinking too far ahead. The bridal chamber is late. For now, accompany your Third Senior Sister for a big drink!" Leng Wushuang said boldly.