Sam really didn't want to see a group of eighteen or nineteen-year-old girls, some not even eighteen, getting so drunk they couldn't stand.
It was a terrible sight.
Not to mention, once Isabella got into a good mood after drinking, and with the table now laden with barbecues and snacks, this lively girl's eyes flickered with mischief, ready to stir up trouble.
"Don't you think it's a bit boring to just drink like this?" Sophie, seemingly dizzy, rubbed her head.
"What are you planning now?" Sam had just managed to stop his sister from continuing a nonsensical drinking contest with his girlfriend, and now he looked helplessly at Isabella. His expression clearly said he was overwhelmed; his mood was colder than the winter outside, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
Isabella blinked at Sam, her cheeks flushed, looking innocent yet alluring. "Sam, you're looking at me like that, you must want to join in, right? Don't worry, there's a spot for you."
