Madam, something about you is off, very off.
Every time Ruth swayed her hips past Yi Lin, he wanted to confront the distracted tavern owner with these words.
Acting like this, do you think you're doing right by Elizabeth Lin?
Yi Lin sat alone by a small round table.
The table was covered with glasses of rum.
——until there was no more room for another.
Seeing the tavern owner preparing to stack another "glass castle" on his table, Yi Lin finally couldn't help but speak up, "I really can't drink anymore."
"Yo~"
The tavern owner's alluring eyes narrowed as she leaned a bit closer to Yi Lin, "Drink up! It's only when you drink a lot that opportunities arise~"
Opportunities my ass!
This is outright murder!
What terrible curse are you hiding yourself, tavern owner, for your conscience not to prickle?
Inside, Yi Lin couldn't help but criticize madly and sighed audibly.
