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!”

last one to the final

the others

having finished twenty shots in one sitting,

how good was

done what you asked

be wrong with the

of liquor that she had poured from and

liquor entered her mouth and traveled down her throat,

“Cough, cough…”

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

go

the toilet and threw up for a while before she

herself begrudgingly. She never thought that there would be someone who could finish twenty shots in one sitting without feeling

more she thought about

the room, her terrible condition and sour mood drove her to bump into

beside the young man scoffed as he watched Angel run back

“I’m not blind.”

mischief

room with a disheartened look. “How are you still standing

“You sly little punk,

laughed