Bai Jue pulled out a chair and sat down, pouring himself a glass of wine and downing it in one gulp, "Got my clothes wet, so I went back to change before coming here."
Seeing that Jian Luo was about to ask more questions, he quickly changed the subject, "I have to say, you guys are too weak. It's been so long and you still haven't gotten the groom drunk? Pathetic."
"If you think you can do better, you try," Han Yue propped his head with one hand, his eyelids fighting a battle of their own.
He even suspected that Quan Jingwu had taken some antidote before coming to compete with them in drinking. After such a long time, his face had only turned a slight shade of red, with no sign of passing out at all.
Bai Jue declared boldly, "Fine, I'll do it."
He set down his wine glass and opened two bottles of red wine, then placed one bottle in front of Quan Jingwu, "One bottle each, do you dare?"
