Although he had never drank alcohol before, males were naturally competitive. After seeing Gu Mengmeng down her drink so readily, Wabei didn't want to appear weak. And so he raised his bowl. "Humph, who's afraid of being poisoned? Let me tell you, even if this was a bowl of your blood, I won't die from it. Bottoms up!"
With that, Wabei downed the entire contents of his bowl.
The red liquid flowed down his gullet, spreading a warm, stinging sensation throughout. Wabei felt an unprecedented sense of blissful comfort permeate his entire body. His pupils involuntarily turned into slits, as every single cell in him seemed to be gradually gaining awareness. Wabei felt like the door to a whole new world had opened before him.
He was in seventh heaven. It was like he was walking on air.
Auretin sniffed at the stone bowl. It smelled strange.
What he liked was meat. Meat!