Long Yi felt like crying but had no tears, and said, "Senior, that's my foot."
"Nonsense again, this one is your foot." The Weirdo moved and pointed to Long Yi's right foot.
Long Yi finally realized that reasoning with a drunk person was like playing the lute to a cow. Although he was also somewhat drunk, it was only slight, nowhere near as bad as the Weirdo, who could not even distinguish people from walls.
"Forget it, Senior, let me help you to rest!" As Long Yi bent down to support the Weirdo, he suddenly remembered the Weirdo had no hands or feet, so how could he help him?
They were both men, he couldn't just carry him, could he? Long Yi was extremely conflicted inside.
"Rest? Not before I knock this bastard down will I leave!"
"Cough, cough, cough...!"
