Did she want to drink again?
Because she hadn't had enough the other day?
Or was she in a bad mood again?
Thinking of this, Sam subconsciously looked up at Vera and saw that she did not look sad at all but had a sweet smile on her face. Her eyes looked particularly beautiful under the lights.
"Let's just have a little drink. Beer isn't like other liquors. It's not that easy to get drunk. Don't worry. I'll definitely not get drunk today and give you trouble!" Vera said.
Sam pursed his lips and did not reply.
He was not afraid of trouble. He just did not want to see her call out another man's name in front of him while she was drunk.
When Vera saw that he didn't answer, she tilted her head and asked, "Yes or no?" She looked very cute.
Sam nodded subconsciously when he saw her like this, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down.
"Thank you!"
When Vera saw that he finally agreed, she ran in the direction that she had pointed just now. Sam squinted his eyes as he looked at her joyful back.
Was she... acting like a spoiled child in front of him just now?
Vera came in intending to eat. She ordered a lot of kebabs and several bottles of beer. She poured a glass for Sam and herself, then they raised their glasses.
"Come on, let's also have a toast!"
Sam was bewildered.
"Although the others went off together, we're not being left alone either. We're in a foreign country, yet we can still keep each other company and enjoy ourselves. This is the best feeling ever, am I right?"
Sam thought she was right, so he could only nod.
Then Vera downed her drink. She kept filling both their glasses as soon as they finished drinking, being very generous.
"Come on, let's keep drinking. Let's get drunk tonight!" She said.
"Don't drink too much. Did you forget what you said before you came in?" Sam asked.
"Um... I forgot what I said before. Anyway, I won't get drunk just because of a few glasses of beer. Worst-case scenario, I'll carry you back if we're both drunk."
Sam was speechless for a moment. Did she want to carry him back? Looking at her tiny body, he chuckled and said, "You want to help me? Don't fall and hurt yourself."
"Impossible!" Vera immediately retorted. "Don't look down on me. I'm actually very strong. Even if you're drunk, I can still carry you back! Also, even if we really did fall, you wouldn't be able to crush me."
Crush...
This word made Sam think of something inexplicably. An image flashed through his mind, but he expelled the thought immediately, however, his ears became red.
"Huh? Why is your face so red? You haven't even started drinking yet."
Vera obviously didn't know what he was thinking just now. She began teasing him as she thought because he had been drinking. "Is your tolerance that low?"
Sam looked at her and said lightly, "You won't understand."
Vera nodded seriously and said, "No, I do! But don't worry, I won't spread the fact that you are not good at drinking. I know that you care about your image. Just like what happened at noon, I only accidentally forgot about you, I also only just said some inappropriate things, and yet you held a grudge until now."
After saying that, Vera began to pour herself another glass of beer. She symbolically had a few glasses with him in the beginning, but Sam would try and stop her every time she poured another glass.
In the end, Vera ignored him and drank as she pleased, too lazy to care about Sam.
After drinking for a considerable amount of time, Vera felt that her cheeks were starting to burn, and her head felt dizzy. She supported her chin with both hands and stared at the person in front of her, her vision blurred.
"Hmm? Your face... seems to be getting redder and redder." Vera said.
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