Without caring whether he agreed, Summer Ford stood up and poured him another glass of wine.
Ethan Laurent was straightforward; she poured, he drank.
This continued a few times until suddenly his head began to spin.
Ethan Laurent furrowed his brow, rubbed his temples, and glanced at Summer Ford, a glint of chilliness in his eyes, "Is there something wrong with the wine?"
"You're overthinking it." Summer Ford downed the paltry amount of wine at the bottom of her glass and raised the glass in her hand, "Didn't I drink too?"
"Otherwise?" Ethan Laurent shook his head, trying to stay clear-headed, yet his consciousness grew increasingly fuzzy.
His head spun, and when his eyes were about to close, Summer Ford rushed over in a few steps, supporting him just in time.
"I just lit some sleep-inducing incense in the room, it's been a busy day for you, you must be tired. You should sleep early!" Draping his arm over her shoulder, she struggled to help him towards the bed.
