Kendrick glanced coldly at me, then turned and smiled at Nikki, "That's not happening." With that, Kendrick guided me to sit beside him, but his eyes never left Nikki.
The next moment, Nikki picked up a mug of draft beer, tilted her head back and prepared to chug it down.
Kendrick sprang up like a madman, rushing to her side and snatching the glass from her hands and scolded her, "You're allergic to alcohol! Drinking it will kill you!" he yelled.
Nikki glared at him angrily, biting her lip with a sultry expression and said, "My fiancé is right here. Is it your place to stop me?"
With that, Nikki picked up the glass again to drink. Kendrick, truly panicking, grabbed the glass and downed it himself. The next second, Kendrick coughed violently and spat out a mouthful of blood.
This shocked everyone in the room. Tristan cursed aloud, "Damn, Kendrick! Are you for real? Spitting blood just to stop Nikki from drinking? Should we take you to the hospital?"
"It's nothing. I won't die." Kendrick wiped his lips forcefully, his eyes blazing as he stared at Nikki. "If you keep hurting yourself, I'll trade my life for yours!"