An Yin took a small sip and noticed the taste was sweet. She glanced at the bottle, which indicated it was strawberry-flavored fruit wine.
"Tasty, right? I picked it especially," Jiang Keke boasted.
"So sweet," An Yin muttered.
Bao Shaojin's apartment was bright even on cloudy days. The balcony had floor-to-ceiling glass windows, letting light flood the entire living room.
An Yin noticed Jiang Keke was drinking glass after glass. When she came to pick her up, she was clearly cheerful, but in the blink of an eye, her expression changed. An Yin found it increasingly difficult to fathom what Jiang Keke was thinking.
"Stop drinking."
An Yin reached out to grab the bottle from Jiang Keke, but she skillfully dodged.
"Just let me drink myself to death," Jiang Keke said, then slid off the sofa and fell to the floor.
