Ai Le, you can't collapse!
Reigniting her competitive spirit, even though Ai Le felt terrible, she continued to force herself to drink.
She wished so much to find a doctor to remove her stomach; she felt so awful, felt like throwing up...
Ai Le was gradually struggling to hold on, swaying as she drank more slowly, needing to pause for breath.
Everyone noticed it too, realizing Ai Le had lasted longer than they had expected, feeling a bit sorry for this tomboyish girl.
"Young Master Ling, I think Miss Ai seems..."
Ling Ye was well aware, having noticed it long ago, "Lele, stop drinking. Even if we lose, so what? As long as I'm here, I won't let anything happen to you!"
Ai Le gulped down another mouthful of beer, turned her head, and shot Ling Ye a glare, yelling at him, "What the hell do you know!"
This blockhead, has he been rendered stupid by alcohol? It's no longer a battle between him and Xunwu; it's become a contest between her and Xunwu.
