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Thinking of this, Bai Ling began to drink with Wang Xiaolong in various ways.
The toasts were even more creative.
Sometimes, she would use phrases like "no discord, no concord" to bring them closer together.
Other times, she would flatter him with all sorts of exaggerated compliments.
In just three to five minutes, they had already downed nine cups of liquor.
Each time, she would drink a cup in one gulp, while Wang Xiaolong sometimes sipped and sometimes boldly drank half a cup.
In any case, no matter how she tried to provoke him, he never finished his drink in one go.
Bai Ling wasn't in a hurry or annoyed; accompanying Long Xiao for years had built up her tolerance to alcohol.
The most she ever drank was three and a half jin of liquor before collapsing, and normally, two to three jin was just the right amount for her.
By now, after nine cups, she had only consumed one and a half jin.
Though Wang Xiaolong had drunk less, he had also consumed over half a jin.
