At this moment, the attendant brought a glass of warm milk. I pushed the glass to Cassey, only to have i t pushed back to me. "I've long been weaned.”
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Her languid demeanor made me so mad. I glared at her and said, "You're not allowed to drink anymore.”
"Okay." Cassey looked innocent. "I'm in a bad mood. If I don't drink alcohol when I'm in a bar, then what should I drink?”
I pursed my lips and looked at the waiter. "Give her a glass of watermelon juice."
Cassey was stunned. "How did you know I like drinking watermelon juice?"
"I saw you drinking it several times," I replied.
"What a pity." Cassey sighed. "How great would it be if you were a man? I wouldn't have to marry Caleb, then."
I sneered and said without mercy, "Even if I were a man, you’re not the type that I like either."
"Bah!” Cassey became angry suddenly. "Even if I’m your type, I still won’t like you."
"Who was the one who said just now that she wouldn't have to marry Caleb if I were a man?"
Cassey's mood was slightly better after we bickered with each other.
I looked downstairs and froze when I saw a familiar figure.
Cassey saw me constantly looking downstairs and looked over curiously as well. "What are you looking a t?"
"The lady sitting at the card table looks a little familiar." I pointed it out to her.
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