Shen Cheng tiptoed, the glass bottle within her reach.
Just as she grasped a bottle and was about to pull it down, she heard the masked man's reminder: "You only have three chances, you must choose carefully. Once you miss the opportunity, there's no turning back."
No sooner had his words fallen than Shen Cheng had already pulled down the bottle hanging overhead and held it in her hand.
When choosing the first bottle, she did not hesitate at all.
It was the same with the remaining two.
Without much thought, she pulled down the other two glass bottles.
Holding three glass bottles in her hands, she bent down to place two on the ground, keeping one in her hand.
Only then did she stand up and look in the man's direction, her eyes casting a light glance.
She didn't even look at the bottle in her hand again before she pulled out the stopper.
The mouth of the bottle wasn't too large, just enough to accommodate her hand.
