And, around this time, Perry Reed swaggered into her tent with a few side dishes and two bottles of alcohol.
Flossie Wright washed her face, feeling a bit more alert, and looked at him with a puzzled expression.
"I don't drink."
Glancing at the two bottles on the table, Flossie slightly frowned.
She had no particular fondness for alcohol and easily got drunk, so her habit was to stay sober. Even at Anonymous's celebration parties, she wouldn't touch a drop, and nobody dared to force her.
"Considering that dark culinary creation you made for lunch," Perry leisurely threatened while filling her cup with alcohol, "I don't think you have the right to object now."
"…"
Flossie's lips twitched.
Upon reflection, she did feel a bit guilty.
"Baijiu?"
Walking over, Flossie glanced at the bottle, her eyes narrowing slightly.
"What else?" Perry asked, as if it was obvious.
"…"
Flossie massaged her temple with a sense of resignation.
