Bai Yiran's stomach was still churning from the last glass of alcohol, and now the second glass followed swiftly.
Raising the glass, Bai Yiran downed the second one in one go.
"Good!"
Someone at the dining table began to cheer for Bai Yiran's bold action. Yao Zhiqing's husband finally showed a satisfied smile, yet he didn't pour Bai Yiran a third glass, as he could see she had reached her limit.
After drinking two and a half glasses of white wine, Bai Yiran's face turned a cute shade of pink, her head began to spin slightly, and her hands trembled uncontrollably. When she tried to pick up some food to ease the burning in her stomach, she couldn't manage to do it for a while.
"Yiran, are you okay?" Yao Zhiqing finally noticed Bai Yiran's abnormality and asked with concern.
