She stuck out her tongue, "It's really hard to drink, if my dad offers you more drinks, you just drink them? My Three Brothers, none of them are like you. Have any of them gotten drunk?"
Her dad kept pouring, and he simply didn't refuse.
Anthony Davis still lay there with his eyes closed, motionless.
Emilia Johnny leaned on the Bed, tilting her head to watch him closely,
Seeing that perfect Face, Emilia couldn't help herself; her hand went along his forehead, inch by inch downwards: "You say you're such a Smart person, you could've easily avoided drinking if you wanted! Why did you still try to show off by drinking?"
No one answered her, Emilia sighed: "While we were eating, you kept holding my hand, what did you mean by that, tell me... do you like me too?"
Those tightly shut eyes still showed no reaction. Emilia pouted, "Fine, pretend I didn't ask."
