The Wolf’s Bride by Coffee’s Tea

Chapter 40

Andrius picked up the glass and finished the liquor in one go.

Fatty Frank and the others urged him. “Not bad, but there are nineteen more. Take your time.”

People who were good at drinking were usually of age. Andrius was only in his 30s, so it was impossible for him to drink twenty glasses of strong liquor in one go.

“Open your eyes and take a good look.”

Andrius then took another glass and drained it within three short seconds.

The liquor had an extremely high alcohol percentage. However, he looked fine after drinking two shots consecutively.

Under Fatty Frank and the trust fund babies’ excited gazes, he

reached out for the third glass.

Andrius did not even pause when he drank the fourth. It happened so smoothly and naturally as if he was drinking water.

“Four!”

“Five!”

“Six!”

“Nineteen!”

“Twenty!”

one to the final drop, he slammed it on the table with

and the others looked

finished twenty shots in one sitting, Andrius did not look drunk in the

how good was he

done what you asked me to, so can

wrong with the

just happened. She grabbed the bottle of liquor that she had poured from and took

entered her mouth and traveled down

“Cough, cough…”

the fiery sensation down her throat. She threw up everything before she could

have to go

toilet and threw up for a while

she looked into the mirror to fix her makeup and she stared at herself begrudgingly. She never thought that there would be

more she thought about

drove her to bump into another

Angel run back to

“I’m not blind.”

dry lips. A dash of mischief flashed in his curved eyes. “Mark her room number and

“How are you

Frank echoed. “You sly little punk, how dare

Andrius laughed it