When the wine was halfway through, Ji Han had begun to regret it.
He should have finished the bowl of egg noodles first and then had a drink with Zhao Jiangui.
People who drink on an empty stomach are always more likely to get drunk.
Now his head is a little dizzy, and there is some discomfort in his stomach.
What's more, Zhao Jiangui is not as strong as he himself said.
It seems that getting him drunk is not an easy task.
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Zhao Jiangui was also very distressed.
He never drank, and that's true.
It was probably his first drink.
When he entered the first cup, he still didn't understand, what is so good about this thing
Halfway through the wine tour, he already felt that the world was very beautiful, and his heart was full of lofty ambitions. The demon sect leader beside him was his best friend, and he had a lot of intimate words to tell him.
Only later did he realize that he was about to get drunk.
Ji Han still clenched his teeth and toasted him.
Zhao Jiangui had no choice but to drink it.
Both of them were unwilling to admit defeat. By the end of the drink, Zhao Jiangui was already dizzy and just wanted to fall down and have a good sleep.
Ji Han grabbed his collar and scolded inarticulately: "You... you lied to me, you are obviously good at drinking... "
Before he could finish speaking, he slid down the table.
Zhao Jiangui was lying on the table, his eyes dizzy, and there was only one thought vaguely left in his mind.
He never wanted to drink again.