The three of them stared simultaneously at the glass sitting in front of Wenxiu Lord, which was only half-empty, and fell into a collective silence.
Fearing that Wenxiu Lord would taste it, Lucius had dared to pour less than four sips' worth of alcohol into the juice. He had thought to win by sheer volume; since Wenxiu Lord had admitted to having a poor tolerance for alcohol, surely a few extra glasses would successfully trick him into getting drunk without realizing it.
Who could have guessed that Wenxiu Lord's alcohol tolerance was this pathetic?
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