"Ha ha..."
Sophie Foster opened her eyes and looked at Nicholas Croft, laughing, "You know, I was just talking nonsense. Aren't all ads like this nowadays? No matter what the food is, it's always the taste from childhood."
Nicholas Croft didn't say anything else, still looking at Sophie with a playful gaze. Under Nicholas's probing eyes, Sophie placed the wine glass back on the low table, picked up the purple wig, and stood up, "Hey, it's getting late. I should get off work."
Seeing Nicholas glance at the empty wine glass, she assumed he was upset about the sip of wine she had. After thinking it over, she beckoned him with her finger, speaking mysteriously, "Hey handsome uncle, come here."
Curious, Nicholas leaned in, only to see Sophie pout her lips and kiss her finger, then press it to his lips. "All right, I've drunk your wine and smoked a cigarette. Consider this kiss a fair trade!" With that, Sophie, under Nicholas's amused gaze, picked up the purple wig and left.
