"Alright, alright, Brother Ye, just one bowl!"
Zhuge Yu nodded repeatedly, his goal was just to knock Ye Qiu out, he didn't care how much more Ye Qiu could drink.
The two of them downed a bowl with gusto.
After drinking, almost instantly, with a "bang," Ye Qiu threw the bowl onto the coffee table, his body swayed, and he almost fell sideways onto the sofa.
"I... I really can't drink anymore." Ye Qiu pressed his right hand on the sofa, his acting was top-notch, even Zhao Chunxue over at the dance floor was a bit dumbfounded. If she didn't know Ye Qiu's nature, she would really have thought he was drunk.
Zhuge Yu didn't continue to persuade him to drink, instead, he glanced at Zhuge Ming, waiting for Zhuge Ming's next move.
Zhuge Ming didn't speak either, just stared intently at Ye Qiu, thinking that at most in two more minutes, Ye Qiu would succumb and fall onto the sofa.
However, two minutes passed, and Ye Qiu merely swayed from side to side, showing no signs of falling.
