Gulp, gulp.
Zhang Shihua tilted her head back and downed a bottle of beer in one go.
As she tilted her head back,
with the movement of her throat,
those two lumps of flesh also swayed along.
Guo Ruiliang couldn't help but swallow.
"Great, Deputy Secretary Zhang, you're indeed bold. If you drink one, I'll drink two."
Without another word,
Guo Ruiliang raised two bottles and downed them in the blink of an eye.
After finishing his drinks,
he looked at the sorrowful face of Zhang Shihua.
Curious,
he asked, "I see Deputy Secretary Zhang is a bit down, what's the matter?"
Zhang Shihua said nothing,
raised her hand and drank another bottle.
She wiped her mouth,
and asked, "Director Guo, do you dare to keep up?"
"Dare? Of course I dare! Whatever you drink today, I'll drink double."
He finished speaking,
and downed two more bottles in one go.
Just like that,
Zhang Shihua finished another bottle,
and Guo Ruiliang downed two more.
