Xiao Man could only pour a little for Cheng Zhiwei, who frowned in complaint, "Are you reluctant to give me more?"
With no choice left, Xiao Man filled the glass to the brim, saying again, "This liquor is really strong."
Before her words had faded, Cheng Zhiwei had already drained the glass in one gulp.
The liquor was indeed fiery, burning its way down her throat to her stomach, causing Cheng Zhiwei to cough violently. Her pale cheeks flushed red, tears slipping from the corners of her eyes, a picture of disarray.
Yet she became cheerful, slamming the empty glass down in front of Xiao Man, "Another."
"Young Madam, you are already drunk," Xiao Man said helplessly, not daring to pour more.
"Last one, please, good Xiao Man, I'm begging you." Her eyes still held a moist shine, her voice softened to a husky whisper by the strong drink.
Who could resist the coquettish plea of a beautiful woman?
Xiao Man poured Cheng Zhiwei another drink.
