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!”

Andrius finished all twenty shots on the table. As he drained the last one to the final drop, he slammed it on the table with a

and the others

finished twenty shots in one sitting, Andrius did

good was

you asked me to, so can I

be wrong

bottle of liquor that

mouthful of alcohol without any hesitation. When the liquor entered her mouth and traveled down her throat, it

“Cough, cough…”

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

have to go to the

threw up for a

makeup and she stared at herself begrudgingly. She never thought that there would be

more she thought about it, the angrier

her terrible condition and sour mood drove her to bump into another man. She apologized and quickly

Angel run back to the

“I’m not blind.”

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

disheartened look. “How are you still standing after

Fatty Frank echoed. “You sly little punk, how

laughed