"I said it," Jing Hua smiled faintly.
"You're talking nonsense!" Gu Jiajia glared at Jing Hua and took a big sip of her drink.
Then, she rudely grabbed some meat to eat, handed her bowl to Jing Hua, and said in a chivalrous manner: "Give me another bowl!"
Jing Hua held her hand: "Half a bowl is enough. Drink any more, and you'll really get drunk."
Gu Jiajia's eyes were still bright and lively. She stared at Jing Hua with a fierce look: "I have a good tolerance, pour me a bowl!"
"You really will get drunk!"
"No, I won't!" Gu Jiajia was a bit agitated: "I want to test how much I can actually drink. Although I usually don't drink much, I don't get drunk after half a cup."
Gu Jiajia raised her index finger and jabbed the second joint with her thumb, saying angrily: "I only drank a small half cup, such a tiny cup, and I got drunk on half a glass! When did my tolerance become so bad? I don't believe it, if you won't pour it for me, I'll get it myself!"
Saying that, she got up.
