He Xing's stomach was already full, although he wasn't drunk yet, he was struggling to drink any more. He leaned slightly back, hesitating whether to continue drinking.
He watched Ji Liangchuan gobbling down barbeque with a sneer in his heart. This guy had previously mocked him for needing to eat something with his drinks. Now it looked like he was about to give in, which is why he reached for food to settle his stomach.
With that thought, He Xing felt quite pleased with himself. He smiled and was about to pour himself another drink when suddenly, a tumultuous wave surged within his stomach. If he hadn't covered his mouth with his hand, he feared he might have vomited on the spot.
Ji Liangchuan, with his sharp eyes, caught sight of He Xing's embarrassing moment. Pointing at He Xing, he burst into laughter, "That's so embarrassing, He Xing. Are you going to vomit? Go ahead if you need to. Either way, you won't beat me."
