Yuan Xuelan's alcohol tolerance was average.
Not too great and not too terrible. But to a person like the Ivory Sword Saint, the amount that Xuelan put away was best described as…
Cute.
Yes, that's right, it was cute. Liu Sumeng's lips curved up in an endeared smile as he watched the way Yuan Xuelan glared at his bowl, as if there was something that was just inherently impossible to understand.
In particular, Yuan Xuelan couldn't quite understand why the liquid seemed to tremble as if he were shaking. No, no, not shaking, more like swaying. But that couldn't be it either! Surely there was no way that Yuan Xuelan was already drunk when they hadn't even gotten to the bottom of the third jug.
Was it drunkenness or embarrassment that colored his visage? The answer had to be embarrassment!
(Embarrassment over the fact that he was red in the face from alcohol! Wait no…he definitely was not!)
