Lily turned her head to look at Zhuo Jingren only to realize that their faces were a mere inch apart. Lily swallowed hard. She couldn't see any pores on this man's flawless skin ah. "Are you done drinking?" she immediately asked, almost blushing. She couldn't let her thoughts run wild, not when they are still in public at least.
Zhuo Jingren gestured for her to look at Fernando who was already knocked out. "I won the bet," he said cooly, his gaze lingered on Lily's side profile.
"What bet?" she asked curiously.
"The last man standing wins," he said with an obvious triumph in his voice.
"What is the prize for the winner?" she asked, smiling at him. Actually, Fernando's alcohol tolerance was not really that high so it was only surprising that he lost the drinking contest. Lily wondered if Fernando thought he could win Zhuo Jingren when he challenged him in the first place.
