Nina stood in the corridor, leaning against the wall, with both hands massaging her throbbing temple; her green eyes could hardly veil her physical discomfort anymore.
She knew alcohol wasn't her cup of tea! Even a very tiny quantity of it would become lethal in her system and push her off the edge! It was an experiential learning, she attained after an ugly occurrence years ago; and earned herself a good dressing-down from her man. Gosh, she never saw him angrier before or after that day ever again. Just as he wished, she never touched alcohol twice nor tried to develop her alcohol tolerance, despite being a model; well, at least, until now.
"Why isn't she coming yet? How much do I have to stay here?" Nina whinged inwardly. She was giddy, as she dreaded. Twisting the knife in the wound, a strange ripple of heat started spreading from her lower-part, gradually making her feel weak all over.
Impatiently, Nina glanced at the cubicle, Chang Shuxin entered.
