"Bang~"
Ding Fan wanted to reach out and pour more wine, but his hands and feet weren't quite listening to him. The bottle slammed into the gold square table. His face flushed red, his neck and skin also turning red. He tried to open his eyes, but he couldn't.
He was panting like an ox, lips trembling. He pointed at the bottle and said, "Pour, pour, pour me ten more cups!"
Ling Wanru didn't move. She shook her head and said, "Kid, you can't drink anymore. You're already drunk."
"Pour!"
Ding Fan's tone suddenly turned cold, with no room for argument. His eyes snapped open, a flood of Blood Red inside them, carrying a feral gleam. His aura surged stronger along with it. In that moment, Ling Wanru had the illusion that sitting opposite her wasn't a teenage boy, but a powerful and cruel beast.
"Fine, I'll pour then. Why are you so fierce? I want to see just how much more you can drink."
