Chapter 138: First Strike Wins (2)
“Wuuung… You bastard!”
‘She’s done for.’
After downing one bottle, then another, Myohyang twisted her body and slurred her words.
Truthfully, he’d somewhat expected this outcome.
‘Why did you keep giving her more wine?’
The tavern owner Yang-ryeong had sent over several more bottles.
And they were top-grade baijiu.
I refused, but Myaohyang snatched them up and downed them.
‘Heh heh, when else would I get to drink such fine liquor?’
She argued, why refuse something free?
My hair health was seriously worrying me.
I debated carrying her back, but quickly shook my head.
‘If anyone saw…’
In the Central Plains, where Confucianism reigned supreme, carrying a woman on your back was unthinkable unless you were family.
Sure, Myohyang and I were like family, but we weren’t blood relatives. People seeing us like that wouldn’t be good at all.
Thud!
As I scratched my head in embarrassment, Myohyang collapsed, smacking her head on the table.
“Oh dear… Sis, snap out of it. Sis!”
“Ugh… Bastard.”
“No.”
Who the hell was that bastard?
I needed to know who it was to decide whether to beat him up later or not.
Just as we were arguing, a hopeful voice called out.
“May I help you?”
“Oh, that would be wonderful… Huh?”
It was Yang-ryeong.
We weren’t exactly close, but when someone offered help in such a sticky situation, I had to welcome it, no matter who it was.
“I said, may I help you?”
“Well, if you help, I’d be grateful.”
“Alright.”
