They could sense something was off with Si Ye tonight.
When the girl had reached her fourth drink, Zhuo Yi couldn't bear to watch any longer and reached out to stop her from continuing, "If you can't drink, just don't."
The girl indeed couldn't handle that much alcohol.
She turned her eyes to Si Ye, seeking his opinion.
Si Ye's face was expressionless, his deep eyes revealing not a hint of emotion.
"Do you still want to drink? If you don't want to, then forget it," he said indifferently.
He had meant just that, with no underlying implication, but the girl misunderstood, thinking he was using irony.
Not daring to stop, she continued to drink. After four drinks, her face was as red as a cooked shrimp, her stomach churning, threatening to expel the contents at any moment.
Si Ye then looked at the other women, his lips curling into an amused arc, "Who among you is willing to drink the rest for her?"
There were three drinks left, which any decent drinker could handle easily.