Yun Qiao slowly finished the second glass. “You’re wrong. It should be people who can’t hold their liquor. They like to say that they can, but in the end, they’re the ones who burp and vomit. They won’t admit defeat even if they vomit all over the floor...”
Su Yulin’s face was flushed red!
“I’m not vomiting -- ugh... BURP... !”
Oh no, her stomach was churning. Why did she feel like throwing up all the time? Usually, she didn’t have such a bad tolerance for alcohol, but she couldn’t even take two or three cups?
Su Yulin only felt a faint medicinal smell in the air, which made her feel like throwing up even more.
However, for the sake of her face, she still held on and continued to pick up the third cup of wine..
Yun Qiao, although she was drinking slowly, didn’t stop. At this time, she had already finished the fourth cup without changing her expression.
