In the courtyard, several women were throwing a grand feast.

The table was a mess with dishes and cups, although the number of empty beer bottles didn’t seem that large.

But all of the women were staggering drunk.

Wu Xingxing and Yu Lan seemed to be completely intoxicated, slumped over the table on either side.

Han Mei’s condition looked a bit better, but she was quite bleary-eyed too, speaking to the air when she talked.

Tian Yue’e and Qin Wenjun, who were still sober, had a shouting match with each other, voices raised, though it was unclear what they were arguing about; they were red in the face and ears.

Li Qing watched this scene, dumbfounded, completely bewildered.

This was like when the mountain lacks a tiger, the monkey declares itself king!

Li Qing walked over, intending to first help the two drunk women to a room to rest.

But Qin Wenjun suddenly grabbed hold of Li Qing, "You filthy rogue, you’re back, huh? Good, perfect timing, you settle this argument for us."

"What’s better, a big butt or a small one? Is a slender figure better, or is it better to have excess like this dead woman here, with a lump of meat in the front and the back?"

Li Qing looked at Qin Wenjun, cheeks red from drinking, exuding a delicate charm, and was somewhat dumbstruck.

They were actually bickering to such a degree over this question?

How utterly boring can you get?!

"Right, Qingzi, you, you come judge for us!" Tian Yue’e grabbed Li Qing’s right arm.

"I might be large at both ends, but I have a waist, I’m not fat, right? When you want to have fun, isn’t it satisfying?"

"Not like this woman, when you reach out a hand, all you feel is two peas, there’s no sense of softness."

"If you do it from behind with her, all you hit is bone; where’s the pleasure in that?"

"Don’t men like women for more than just their face and the hole, isn’t there supposed to be something extra?"

Tian Yue’e’s unreserved words struck Li Qing as if he had been hit by lightning.

Sister, hold back a little.

This is a stranger!

"This... I think you’ve both already had enough to drink..."

Li Qing was about to smooth things over when Qin Wenjun suddenly yanked him hard, "I may be thin, but that doesn’t mean I have no figure!"

"The delicate beauty I possess is what modern people favor. I may be small, but I still have it, both on top and below."

"And I do have a butt, it’s very elastic, and I am not fat!"

"Filthy rogue, focus on the main point, is it better to be slender or better to be fat?"

At this, Tian Yue’e suddenly did not appreciate hearing that, "You damn wretch, I’m not fat, I’m ’slightly thick’, I’m voluptuous!"

"Don’t you pick on me for reading less, I still know what I’m supposed to know."

"Not fat?" Qin Wenjun immediately retorted.

"A couple of pounds for the front lumps and another few for the back, and you’re saying that’s not fat?"

"Bullshit, I’m slightly thick!" yelled Tian Yue’e, "You take away all the fun for men, what’s so great about your figure?"

The two of them seemed to have drunk their fill, but their arguments flowed more smoothly than ever.

Caught in the middle, Li Qing couldn’t agree with either side.

But his arms did reap some benefits.

Rubbing against fullness of very different weights.

Li Qing could also testify for Qin Wenjun incidentally.

She might appear small, but there was something there that bounced back firmly when hit.

With the hindrance of a bra, Li Qing couldn’t feel it more clearly.

But Qin Wenjun seemed to be the type that was small yet exquisite.

Perhaps like Yu Baishuo’s type, very perky in shape.

They looked small, but once free, they were perky and fun to play with.

"Otherwise, just hear me out," Li Qing shouted. "How about we call it a draw?"

"You’re just muddying the waters!" Qin Wenjun retorted with scorn. "We must determine a winner today; you have to prove the strengths and weaknesses."

"Then the verdict is that Tian Yue’e has the better figure," Li Qing muttered.

On this matter, there was no question; he had to side with family over fairness.

In his eyes, both body types were quite good, hard to choose between them.

In the end, he liked them both.

But if he really had to debate who was superior, it definitely had to be Tian Yue’e, who was willing to be playful with him.

As for Qin Wenjun, she can go wherever it’s cool and stay there.

"Why?" Qin Wenjun asked, glaring wide-eyed.

"She’s got the goods, easy on the eyes, and fun!" Li Qing shrugged as he spoke.

Qin Wenjun immediately felt indignant.

She thrust her hands forward, "Do I not have the goods? Am I not easy on the eyes?"

"And besides, how would you know it’s not fun if you haven’t tried?"

"Yeah, I haven’t tried, so of course, I wouldn’t know," Li Qing said. "But Tian Yue’e looks like a lot of fun at first glance."

"I... I just don’t know where to begin with you."

Instantly, Qin Wenjun’s eyebrows shot up in anger, and her teeth gnashed audibly.

With a fierce motion, she lifted her clothes, "Come on, play. After you play, then you can draw a conclusion!"

Qin Wenjun’s action shocked both Tian Yue’e and Li Qing.

Li Qing’s eyes nearly popped out as he looked at the small, plump pair wrapped in a red bra.

He had guessed right: Qin Wenjun had that petite yet perky shape.

Just like Yu Baishuo, even without the bra, those little things would stand firm and upright.

"Although I’d love to touch, I don’t want to take advantage of someone helpless—once you sober up, I won’t be polite," Li Qing said.

He rarely and remarkably acted the gentleman this time.

But it was necessary—he hadn’t been drinking, so he needed to stay rational.

This woman, Qin Wenjun, was a bit reckless; if she remembered this once she was sober, she would definitely go all out against him.

"She’s practically begging you to touch her, what are you being coy for? Touch her! Quick!" Tian Yue’e shouted with eyes gleaming excitedly.

This fierce woman clearly wasn’t afraid of making a scene.

Li Qing took another serious look but still shook his head.

If it weren’t for his fear of her settling scores after sobering up, he truly would have liked to feel for himself.

"If you won’t touch, I will!" Tian Yue’e scoffed, and went straight for it.

"Wow, incredible, it really feels like there’s something there, not bad at all, you little thing!"

"Stop messing with my bra, just touching the outside is fine," Qin Wenjun suddenly shouted.

"Let go! How can I truly get the feel without lifting the bra?" Tian Yue’e swatted away Qin Wenjun’s hand.

"Wow... so bouncy, she’s this petite but has so much resilience!"

"All jiggly, even more so than mine."

Li Qing felt his head buzzing at the scene unfolding before him.

Indeed, alcohol emboldens the meek!

The effects of those couple of drinks were way too good; they were actually getting playful with each other right here.

"Alright, just a quick touch is enough, you should have some idea now!"

Qin Wenjun swatted away Tian Yue’e’s hand with an arrogant look and staggered as she rearranged her clothes.