"Why aren't you drinking yet?" Yan Ruchun must not be good at drinking, her little face all but crumpled into a wilted eggplant after she finished her not-so-large glass. Seeing Lin Yuan just staring at her, forgetting to drink, Yan Ruchun reminded her with some dissatisfaction.
Lin Yuan pursed her lips. This guy, way too familiar.
But even though that thought crossed her mind, she also picked up her cup and drained the liquid inside.
Seeing her drink so heartily, without a trace of discomfort on her face, Yan Ruchun couldn't help but praise, "Impressive tolerance!"
But Lin Yuan just smirked slyly, quite immodestly saying, "What's this? I could drink a whole pot of this stuff and not feel a thing."
Yan Ruchun was even more astonished. A pot? Among women, that was quite remarkable.
Just as she hadn't finished her admiration, she heard Lin Yuan continue with an irrepressible mirth in her tone, "If someone could get drunk on water, now that would be really odd."
