Guo Minjie didn't respond.
She pressed one hand to her temple, squinting her eyes, leaning her head back against the booth's sofa, letting her black hair fall around her.
Her head felt so dizzy.
The drumbeat sound by her ears seemed to resonate at the same frequency as her heartbeat, the temperature of her cheeks palpable through the air.
Slight intoxication was a ticket to forgetting troubles.
"Do you want to drink more?"
The man leaned into her ear and asked loudly.
Guo Minjie didn't speak or open her eyes, just mustered the energy to shake her head.
The feeling of vertigo was like waves repeatedly crashing against her brain, her vision closed off, sharpening the other senses incredibly.
For instance, the fresh woody scent that rushed into her nostrils.
Grapefruit as the top note, geranium in the middle, followed by cedarwood and vetiver.
This was the scent of Hermes Terre.
