Master Ye was caught in a dilemma, and could only manage a couple of dry laughs:
"Not at all! Miss Yan Ning is just as capable as any man! Please!"
He handed the wine glass to Yan Ning.
Without saying a word, Yan Ning tilted his head back and gulped down a cup of wine.
The spiciness shot straight up from my throat.
She forced herself not to cough, her face quickly flushing red, and slammed the empty glass onto the table.
"Excellent wine! Thank you for your hospitality, Master Ye!"
"good!"
A few scattered cheers rang out from the surroundings.
Master Ye's eyes flickered; how could he possibly give up?
He immediately refilled the glass, his smile widening: "Miss Yan Ning is indeed straightforward! A heroine among women!"
"Come, let me offer you another toast! Drink this on behalf of Mr. Xie; one cup is hardly enough to show my sincerity."
"A toast to Miss Ning!"
Several young masters standing nearby, either trying to curry favor with Master Ye or simply wanting to watch the spectacle.
They joined in the commotion and raised their glasses.
Yan Ning cursed inwardly, "Old fox."
But the words had already been spoken, and the arrow was already on the bowstring.
She took a deep breath and forced herself to say, "Fine, I'll drink it!"
Another glass went down.
This time she couldn't hold back, coughed a few times, and tears welled up in her eyes.
"Impressive drinking capacity!" Master Ye clapped his hands and laughed, filling his third cup. "Good things come in pairs, no, in triplets! One more time!"
One cup after another.
Master Ye was determined to get people drunk, and the people around him joined in the commotion and urged them to drink.
Yan Ning was initially full of bravado, but gradually he began to feel dizzy and lightheaded.
The figures in front of me started to sway.
Xie Huaiye tried to stop him several times, but was stopped by Master Ye.
His face grew increasingly grim.
Seeing Yan Ning's forced composure, a hint of anxiety and heartache flashed in his eyes.
Finally, after who knows how many cups.
Yan Ning felt dizzy and her stomach was churning.
She suddenly stood up, knocking over the bowls and plates in front of her.
It made a crisp "clang" sound.
"I can't take it anymore..."
She leaned on the table, her steps unsteady.
Her face turned as red as a ripe shrimp, and her tongue almost tied in knots.
"This...this alcohol is really strong...I...I need to go out...for some fresh air..."
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