"If you're tough, drink it," Ouyang Huihui ignored the lewd expressions of the other three guys, picked up her cup, gestured to Luo Ziling, and then looked at him with a face full of mockery, "Don't be a prissy like a girl."
"Drinking doesn't prove you're tough, and not drinking doesn't mean you're not a man," Luo Ziling completely disregarded Ouyang Huihui's contempt and provocation, picked up a bowl and put in a few pieces of beef blood, savored it with pleasure, and kindly reminded her, "Drinking hurts the body, which is a very important rule in the way of traditional Chinese health preservation, I hope you remember that. Eat something before you drink, don't act on impulse, don't think I will listen to you just because you're a pretty woman."
With a "pfft" sound, Cao Jianhui, who was sitting across from Luo Ziling, sprayed out the gulp of beer he had just taken in.
