This was the first time Xia Lei was drunk. His head felt like it had two litres of paste in it and all his thoughts were cloudy. Weirdly enough, the vision in his right eye was blurry but the vision in his left was very clear and not affected by alcohol at all. However, his brain was still not processing what his left eye was seeing and his reaction still lagged by five or six seconds even though he had some notion of what was going on. 

“Ugh, why drink when you can’t hold your liquor,” said a woman’s voice in his ear. She sounded reproachful. “Don’t you know how to find an excuse to get out of there? Didn’t I teach you what to do? Buy stockings for me - where’s my stockings?”

“I… can’t drink anymore…” mumbled Xia Lei. 

Pah! A slap landed on Xia Lei’s buttocks. The woman’s voice could be heard again, “You’re in this state and still talking...