"What? Not stopping until we're drunk..." Ye Qingcheng's beautiful eyes curved into crescents as she smiled. "Are you drunk?"
Wang Xiaoqiang was taken aback, then smiled. Of course, he couldn't get drunk, and neither could the beauty in front of him because they could both use their spiritual power to neutralize the alcohol's effects.
"Let's not use our spiritual power to counteract the alcohol and see who can really hold their liquor," Wang Xiaoqiang suggested, raising his glass to Ye Qingcheng.
"Okay, let's make a bet then..." Ye Qingcheng said with interest.
"What are we betting?"
"We're betting spells..." Ye Qingcheng blinked and said.
