Tang Mo'er pointed and signaled to the bartender, "I want that glass of alcohol in your hands."
The bartender looked at Tang Mo'er with an ambiguous expression, "You want this 'One Night Stand'?"
The full lips on Tang Mo'er lifted at the corners, not expecting this alcohol to have such a sentimental name. Without much further contemplation, she nodded her assent, replying "yes".
The waiter brought the elegant glass over, colors bouncing attractively. She swirled it around, before taking a tentative sip — it was delicious. Being fond of it, she downed the glass of alcohol in one big gulp.
Qi Xi felt a bit uneasy, "Mo'er, please drink less. Have you forgotten how weak your alcohol tolerance is?"
"It's because my alcohol tolerance is weak, that's why I need to train." Tang Mo'er defended as she pouted her lips to gain Qi Xi's favor. Her dense lashes fluttered alluringly as she gave Qi Xi a coy smile.
