Seeing Luo Mingyu hesitate, Li Sifan helped himself to a bottle of beer from the fridge.
He popped the cap off with his teeth and took a long swig, some of the liquid spilling from the corner of his mouth.
It slid down his jaw to his Adam's apple.
He wiped it away carelessly and shot a challenging look over. "Scared to drink? Afraid you'll get drunk?"
"I..." Luo Mingyu's gaze went a little unfocused, his Adam's apple bobbing. A moment later, he belatedly straightened his back. "You think I'd be scared of a little beer?!"
He awkwardly changed the subject. "Seriously, what's wrong with you? Can't even drink without spilling?! Can you be a little less messy?!"
Li Sifan grinned, showing eight white teeth. "Pretty particular, aren't you? Let's see you drink without making a mess."
Luo Mingyu strode over, took out a bottle of Heineken, pried off the cap, and had a sip, muttering, "Are you nuts? Did you have to buy the strongest stuff?!"
"Just admit you're chicken. What's with all the excuses?!" Li Sifan curled his lip and lined several bottles up on the kitchen island. "We'll finish these tonight, then start running our lines."
Luo Mingyu said, "Don't get so wasted you pass out afterward!"
"Talking about yourself?!" Li Sifan drained a bottle as he spoke.
Not to be outdone, Luo Mingyu raised his bottle to his lips and downed the whole thing.
For someone who spent as much time in bars as he did, this much beer really was nothing.
But he had no idea where Li Sifan had gotten this Heineken.
It packed one hell of a delayed punch.
As they raced to keep up with each other,
Luo Mingyu began to feel a little woozy, his eyes growing hazy. He was about