Perhaps influenced by the boisterous atmosphere of the women, Jiang Shouzhong simply let loose as well.
He picked up the jar of wine and gulped down two mouthfuls, ruthlessly downing the strong and rich liquor. Jiang Shouzhong wiped his lips with his sleeve, and chuckled, "Aren't you afraid of getting drunk and being taken advantage of by me?"
"If you have the skill to get me drunk, it's your ability."
Luo Wanqing's lips curved into a provocative smile, she lightly lifted her finger, pointing to the tavern behind her, and said with a smile, "How about we make a bet to see who can drink more?"
"Forget it, just by you saying that I already admit defeat."
Jiang Shouzhong was very aware of the appropriate conduct.
"Tch, what a scaredy-cat."