One cup after another, Qi Yulu on that side seemed to become fiercer with each drink, while Chen Wei on this side remained calm and collected, advancing in an orderly manner. In comparison, it was clear at a glance who was stronger and who was weaker.
Gradually, Qi Yulu's drinking pace indeed began to slow down.
Initially, she could finish a cup in two sips, but then it took three or four, even five or six sips to drain one. By the fifth cup, she probably only sipped a little with two tries.
Chen Wei didn't try to persuade her. Doing so would only backfire, an insight experience had taught him. When she couldn't drink anymore, the girl would eventually give up on her own, so why seek discomfort?
Watching as Chen Wei reached his eleventh cup out of fifteen, with so many left on her side, Qi Yulu began to grow anxious and forced herself to gulp down the liquor despite feeling uncomfortable.
