More than half of the bottle of Erguotou had been poured into Xiao Dimao's mouth. Although some had spilled out midway, the majority had been swallowed into his stomach.
When she saw that he had finished all of it, Shen Xiaoxiao released her grip on Xiao Dimao and clapped her hands. She looked at Xiao Dimao indifferently and said, "It's good, right? It's my treat. I've given you enough face."
"Smelly b*tch, you're looking for death."
Xiao Dimao started to dig his throat as he cursed. However, how could Shen Xiaoxiao let him spit out what he had swallowed?
She used her leg as a cushion and used one hand to pinch his right hand that was about to dig his throat. She pulled it out forcefully because the alcohol in his hand was a little hard to gauge. Thus, when she exerted her strength, she only had time to hear Xiao Dimao's scream.
"Ah..."
Kacha...
