Bruce frowned as he looked at Hilla be in a drunken fit.
Those "friends" who made her drunk must have bad intentions.
"There is not 1998 vintage."
"Then open the 1989 one."
Hilla chuckled and hugged Bruce's arm. She looked up at him and said aggrievedly, "Let's take off our clothes!"
She was hot!
Bruce was getting excited. He hesitated for a long while and then his gaze fell on Hilla's collar. Just as he reached out his hand, Hilla suddenly stood up and raised her hands above her head. She stood straight and laughed, "Bruce, I'm the 89 vintage. Open me!"
She took herself as a bottle of wine!
Bruce, sitting on the bed, was stunned by Hilla.
"Hilla, you had drunk too much."
However, Hilla just doubled up with laughter and said, "I am the 89 vintage. Bruce, drink me!"
As expected, she really took herself as a bottle of wine. It was the first time he had seen Hilla getting drunk.
He felt a sense of helplessness.
"Hilla, behave yourself. Let's take a shower and sleep."
