"Why aren't you drinking it? Why won't you drink?"
"Hurry up and drink!"
Wozworth seemed to have forgotten his own promises of brotherhood. All he wanted was for Qin Chu to drink the bottle of blood as quickly as possible.
Perhaps, it was precisely because they were brothers that Wozworth was so anxious. This was good stuff, and if it hadn't been for Qin Chu, he would never have been willing to share it.
Qin Chu had yet to drink a single drop of the blood, which made Wozworth increasingly irritable. Did Qin Chu not trust him? Did he suspect Wozworth wanted to harm him?
How infuriating.
To think he treated him with such genuine sincerity, and yet Qin Chu doubted him?
Could it be that even this closest and most trusted brother was going to abandon him?
When did he and Qin Chu become so close? He couldn't remember, but it didn't matter.
