"Can't reach." She looked up, her eyes shimmering, full of expectation.
"If you can't reach it, don't eat it."
"..."
Sylvan Cheney drank quite a bit; Lucy indeed could hold her liquor well. After drinking for a while, both of them felt varying degrees of tipsiness.
Sylvan's cheeks were slightly flushed, his eyes dazed and sparkly, as he pressed his lips tightly, the wine's influence growing stronger.
His slender fingers still held the wine glass, half-filled with wine that resembled Ruby, its luster enticing.
Jasmine Yale eagerly eyed the fruit but felt embarrassed to get up and grab it impulsively.
Sylvan had long arms, and she was hoping he'd fetch some for her.
But he told her not to eat.
Fine then, Jasmine continued eating the dishes in front of her.
As she ate, she felt the burning, disapproving gazes on her, pausing her hand while she looked up, only to find Sylvan staring at her.
"Why are you eating so much?" Sylvan complained vigorously.
