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An Shengmei held up her glass, her half-smiling face rippling in the swaying liquor, and her eyes staring at her, seemingly belittling her alcohol tolerance. An Shengmei held up her cup, her half-smiling face swaying in the swaying liquor, and her eyes staring at her, seeming to belittle her alcohol tolerance.

Tan Yizhe didn't expect Yi Xue to be so good at drinking