At last, it was time for the redhead beside Qi'er. She tried to get up several times, but she couldn't manage it at all. Seeing Su Yang bring the basin of wine to her, she almost vomited blood, "I won't drink! I won't drink! You could kill me, and I still won't drink!"
"Hey, don't get so worked up!" Su Yang said with a laugh, "If you don't drink this, I'm afraid you won't be able to leave that chair. You don't want to spend the rest of your life living with this chair, do you? But also, that could work. We could fit some wheels on it and use it as a wheelchair!"
The redhead was dumbfounded, her voice trembling, "Is it... you?"
"Who else did you think it was?" Su Yang said with a smile.
The redhead's eyes rolled back, and she fell backward, seemingly fainting.
"That's enough, stop pretending." Su Yang tapped her neck, "You've got to drink whether you're dead or alive!"
