Those peach blossom eyes seemed to have taken on a blurry, drunken hue.
As he drank, he murmured something under his breath, his mind in a haze.
When his mumblings reached a crescendo of excitement, his long legs sprawled on the ground suddenly kicked out, knocking over an empty beer can.
There was a light clang, and then it was left to roll away, clattering as it went.
There were already several bottles scattered around him on the ground.
After several cans of beer, he fumbled for a bottle of Erguotou, something he had never drunk before. Upon opening it, he guzzled it straight down.
The fiery liquid scorched his throat, immediately making him cough.
It burned him as if his lungs were in pain, and something in his body began to blaze fiercely.
Each cell in his body started to stir with feverish activity.
Beer and hard liquor should never be mixed, as the potency is strong.
Yet, he not only mixed them, but he also drank the fierce Erguotou.