With that, Olivia, without a toast or exchanging pleasantries, tilted the bottle and drank without hesitation.
“Huh? Why?”
Watching her drink as if it were water, Cryer, grabbing the end of the bottle, asked.
“No matter where you look in Bolshevik history books, there’s no story about drinking a bottle of alcohol like this.”
“Oh, I learned this while fighting in the war. Since I don’t particularly enjoy drinking and only do it when it’s tough, this way is much better.”
“You get drunk quickly?”
“Anything!”
Swiftly taking the bottle from Cryer’s hand, Olivia drank again, and he, swallowing a faint sigh, brought the bottle to his lips.
They continued to silently drink for a while, finishing one bottle and then another.
[DASH]Thunk.“Let’s leave it at this.”
Starting later than Olivia but finishing the bottle earlier than her, Cryer, placing the empty bottle down with a loud sound, concluded.
“What? Already? Are you drunk?”
“It seems like you are.”
“That’s definitely not it.”
Despite drinking so much strong alcohol so quickly, Cryer’s eyes didn’t shake a bit.
His complexion remained the same as before drinking, not turning red like most ordinary people, but instead, it was unchanged, just like before he drank.
Olivia rubbed her flushed cheek, feeling feverish.
“To check your alcohol tolerance, should I stick all the alcohol on this table in your mouth?”
“I’ll pass. But rather than that…”
Before Cryer could say something, Olivia, who had pushed away the bottle she was drinking, grabbed him.
“Wait a little longer. I don’t want to drink alone.”
Although he didn’t look visibly drunk, Olivia, already with a face pale from the alcohol, was holding onto Cryer’s cuff, exerting an uncontrollable force, making her palm turn white.
Looking at the thin fingers hanging on his sleeve, Cryer slowly turned his head towards Olivia.
Then, he bent down even slower, gently tapping the bottle Olivia had cleared away and replied.
“It’s already quite late.”
“Since it’s a pity, just have one more bottle before you go. Huh?”
“Not even one glass.”
“Do you want to wet your lips with just one drink? You have to drink a bottle.”
Smirking, Cryer, who was watching Olivia laugh, instead of taking a seat, released her hand holding the hem of her sleeve.
“Leave? Are you really leaving?”
When Olivia pouted with a disappointed expression, Cryer lightly chuckled.
Well, it’s more accurate to say he chuckled…
Revealing his teeth, he smiled mischievously, reaching out towards her as if scratching the ground, murmuring softly.
“Drinking alcohol might not be a good idea.”
“Oh, just one more bottle? Just one bottle is enough.”
As Olivia, spouting words like a peddler saying that nothing is left even if everything is sold, uttered the words “just one more drink,” the next moment, she blinked at the familiar scent that had approached her.
“Drinking one more bottle will make you feel too hot. I’m already drunk. Stop drinking.”
“I’m not drunk.”
As the cool palm touched the heated cheek, Olivia instinctively rubbed her cheek, and Cryer, with a low chuckle, laughed briefly.
“Those who are drunk don’t admit it.”
“Well, that may be true, but I really didn’t get drunk. Just feeling good, that’s all.”
Whether you believe it or not, Olivia really wasn’t drunk.
She was just pleasantly tipsy, as she said.
Of course, her vision improved, and it became a bit blurry, but despite the swaying vision, Cryer in front of her was incredibly clear.
Not like a mirage that could disappear with a blink, but a face so vivid as if it might be more dazzling than the present.
Staring at him for a while, Olivia, unable to bear the dazzling sight, squinted her eyes.
“Did you turn on a light behind you?”
Olivia gestured her hand behind Cryer.
“What?”
“No, it’s too bright, it hurts.”
“Clearly, you’re drunk.”
With a faint laugh mixed with a nearly imperceptible smile, Olivia unconsciously smiled and, as his hem seemed to be moving away, she grabbed it again.
No, she tried to grab it, but she fumbled, and naturally, her unsteady body lost balance, leaning towards the table.
When scheming men desperately battle for her favor in the male harem
This one’s also on my reread list! The rivalry, scheming between the men in the imperial harem are just as intense and thrilling as in classic palace drama novels, where concubines fight to the death. Give it a read, girls! I promise you won’t be disappointed.
Synopsis:
“I am not worthy of her… but I still want to be by her side, even if only as a loyal dog…”
Those were the painful whispers of Yue Guanyi – the proud Crown Prince of the Great Qi, who was torn between deep love and a guilty conscience. Despite holding the supreme power of the Imperial Guard, he still could not forget the dark past when he was sold into a brothel.
Fate played a cruel twist when Qiu Shuzhi – a young female official who had just passed the imperial examinations with top honors – stepped into his life. She did not know that she was the one who had saved him from a tragic fate many years ago. And now, her heart was the target of pursuit for both Yue Guanyi and the powerful Empress Dowager Qin Qing.
While Yue Guanyi only dared to silently care for and protect the one he loved from afar, the Empress Dowager Qin Qing openly expressed his feelings and did not hesitate to take advantage of his power to approach Qiu Shuzhi. The covert struggle between the two most powerful forces in the imperial court began…
Trigger warning: All men in this novel are yandere style.
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