Ch. 125: Miss Sin's Wager
I sat at a small round table, gazing at an array of drinks that she had called beer. But one look at the eyeballs bobbing up and down in each bottle, and I knew for a fact this wasn't the kind of brew you'd find at an everyday retail shop. The stench alone was enough to turn even the strongest stomach.
Arman sat across from me, his lips twisted in a deep frown as he glared at the situation in front of him. He looked really dissatisfied by her— Me? I was busy preparing my taste buds for what I assumed would be the worst decision of my life.
