In the restaurant lounge, Wang Lu kindly and thoughtfully served the triumphant heroine cold liquor to restore the physical strength.
The sweaty Aya nodded tirelessly, washed her hands in the basin, took over the offered sweet wine. However, her wrist was actually unable to hold the cup and it slipped through her fingers.
Wang Lu immediately reached out and grabbed the wine cup. He then took it to Aya and gave her a mouthful to drink. A moment later, the girl's pale cheeks showed a tinge of red, and her blurred eyes were restored to a certain degree of clarity.
"That was dangerous! If he hadn't quit halfway, I nearly couldn't hold it." Aya shook her head and was quite dissatisfied with her vulnerability. "It seems that my practice is not enough."
