Xia Pengpeng had just lifted her glass when Hancheng raised his hand to block it.
"Your body still hasn't recovered, you can't drink alcohol."
"I'll just have a few drinks, it won't be a problem."
"Not even a single sip!"
Tang Jun looked at Xia Pengpeng, anxiously asking, "Pengpeng, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? I didn't know you were unwell, I shouldn't have ordered alcohol."
Hancheng gave Tang Jun a disdainful glance. No wonder he found this greenhorn irritating!
"After drinking, perhaps I'll feel better." Xia Pengpeng, ignoring Hancheng's and Tang Jun's objections, took the drink in one gulp!
Perhaps it was because she hadn't drunk in a long time, she found the taste of the alcohol particularly strong. As it slid down her throat, that familiar feeling came back.
Maybe it was a habit she had developed before, the taste of the alcohol suddenly felt very comforting to her.
Seeing her like this, Hancheng didn't stop her anymore.
