"Miss Song is truly a heroine among women!"
"She can really hold her liquor!"
"Xia Zhou, you just can't keep up!"
"Forget it, forget it, I think it's better to admit defeat!"
The young man called Xia Zhou had ears red as beets, his eyes bloodshot as he looked at Song Niaoniao, who kept on drinking. With a hardening of his heart and a closing of his eyes, he gulped down all the alcohol straight into his throat.
"Xia Zhou is fierce!"
"Not bad, not bad!"
"Keep going, keep going, don't stop..."
Song Niaoniao quickly finished her glass of red wine. She put down the glass, smiled at Xia Zhou and tilted her head, "Still holding up okay?"
The girl had shoulder-length hair, woven into a braid at the top, with exquisite makeup and a smile as lovely as a blossom.
Xia Zhou was caught off guard, "Cough, cough, cough—"
The liquor went down the wrong pipe.
He hurriedly set down his glass and clutched his chest, coughing non-stop, his face flushed with disarray.