“Yes, it was bought for me and I’ve just had a mouthful of it,” Winnie looked at her helplessly. “How are thirsty you?! You took it away before I could even tell you… Show me how much you drank.”
Living in the same dorm room as Elena, Winnie knew she had a very low tolerance for alcohol. Winnie grabbed the can in a hurry and didn’t know what to say because Elena had gulped half a can.
“Let’s go back to the dorm, Elena,” said Winnie helplessly. According to Elena’s drinking capacity, she would definitely be drunk.
“I won’t!” Elena pushed her away, saying stubbornly, “I want to wait here.”
“Come on...” Winnie wanted to cry, but had no tears. Was Elena already starting to show signs of being drunk?
“Don’t worry, Winnie, I’m not drunk.” Elena held out her hand to touch her hot cheeks and
