Men are totally unreliable. Don't want her to be social. Don't want her to drink. Don't want her to run around. Don't want her to talk. Don't want her to do this. Don't want her to do that.
Just what did he bring her here for? To sit and act like a beautiful vase?
Before Lily could complete her words, a waitress holding a tray of drinks arrived in her presence and stretched it toward her with a smile. "Miss…"
Lily quickly snatched it and downed it in her throat before Zane Ji could pay attention to her. She leaned back against the chair and giggled like a child who had broken the rules their parent gave them yet went scot-free.
Soon, a certain hostess started feeling itchy. This quietness — she really couldn't handle it.
So when Zane wasn't paying attention to Lily, Lily stood up and walked out of the hall, feeling as if she was drifting in the air.
The cool air hit her, and she felt her head clear. She trembled.
Ah. It can't be that she was getting drunk already, could it?
