After downing the second glass of strong liquor, Gu Ningyue's body began to protest.
She stumbled to the bathroom to vomit, and when she came out, she finally felt a bit clearer.
Looking at Lin Ruixian, who was only slightly flushed, a phrase almost slipped out: "How did your alcohol tolerance get so good? You weren't like this before."
Clearly... Clearly, he wasn't her match when it came to drinking before.
Lin Ruixian looked at Gu Ningyue, who had plopped down onto the sofa, the wine glass in his hand reflecting a beautiful light under the chandelier: "Oh? Did we drink together before?"
Gu Ningyue realized she had misspoken and shook her head sharply: "No, never."
Lin Ruixian stood up and sat beside her; despite the noisy environment, his voice clearly reached her ears: "Really? But I think we might have met somewhere."
His voice seemed like an ancient spell, drifting into her ears.
Gu Ningyue knew clearly he was again trying to hypnotize her.
