"I know you do not love me but that thing I do not want to hear from your mouth," stated Zhu Rui while staring into Zhao's eyes. Zhao grabbed her finger and put it down. "Let's go. They all are waiting for us," mumbled Zhao.
Zhu Rui averted her gaze from him and grabbed the cocktail glass which was placed on the table. "I do not want to go. You should leave." Saying this she gulped down the remaining cocktail in the glass. Zhao got up from the sofa and walked away.
Zhu Rui smiled and asked for more from the waiter who was going across her. She smiled again before taking the other shot. Before she could drink other, Zhao grabbed her hand; took the glass from her; put it on the table there. "Leave my hand," murmured Zhu Rui, tried taking out her hand from his grip when Zhao pulled her up. She landed on his chest but reiterated back.
