"Okay."
Luis responded and took a look at the time on his phone.
The bar stool was a little high. When Alison put her foot on the floor, she lost her footing and subconsciously gripped the stool.
Luis raised his hand to support her, tutting. "Aren't you drunk?"
Alison felt confused. "I'm not drunk. I didn't drink wine."
If she hadn't drunk wine, why was she drunk?
"Didn't you drink wine?" Luis raised his eyebrows. "Didn't you drink up Alexa's bottle of fruit wine?"
Alison became stunned. "Isn't it blueberry juice?"
Alison felt that it tasted quite good, and she drank it up.
"It's fruit wine, not juice."
It was the first time that Luis had found that a person couldn't even tell the difference between wine and juice.
‘Alison is so funny.'
Alison touched her face. "My face is a little hot. Is it because I'm drunk?"
"Can you hold your liquor?"
Alison glanced at Luis, feeling a little embarrassed. "It's the first time that I've drunk wine."
"Then you can't hold your liquor."
Luis helped her stand steadily. "Don't wash your face. Sit down. When Alexa comes out, let's go home."
When Alison realized that she was drunk, she didn't dare to walk away from Luis and replied obediently, "Okay. "
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