Unconscious

An Ning, who was sitting next to him, stopped talking and looked at Lin Yi as if she was petrified.

"You... you actually drank the entire bottle?"

"Didn't you say that you could drink three bottles yourself? How embarrassing would it be if I couldn't drink more than you?" Lin Yi said.

"In my current state, I can drink two more bottles, that would be near my limit."

An Ning gulped.

"I didn't mean three bottles. I was talking about using this vodka as a base and making cocktails. I can drink three glasses of those."

"F*ck, you didn't make yourself clear. I drank a whole bottle for nothing."

An Ning felt her head buzzing.

He downed a bottle of Beluga vodka in one go. Was this guy's stomach made of iron?

"I didn't expect you to be able to drink vodka neat."