"Drinking? Let's drink! Who's afraid?" Song Yun retorted with a bravado like a fearless calf, causing Mei Feng to sneer inwardly. Youth really couldn't withstand a bit of provocation—one taunting remark, and they couldn't wait to make a fool of themselves.
Li Shishi watched Mei Feng with sadness, thinking how naive the kid was. Why challenge Song Yun of all things, especially to a drinking contest? She still vividly remembered the scene of Song Yun and his friends drinking last time. Even if you can handle your liquor, you can't drink it like water, can you?
"I have many virtues, but my one fault is a bit of a temper—I must have a couple of drinks with people who catch my fancy or rub me the wrong way," Mei Feng called over the server and ordered two shots of white liquor. "Deep feelings mean down in one gulp; shallow ones, just a little sip. This is my first time meeting you, so allow me to drink first as a salute."
