That was five years ago.
In the northwest, amidst the desert sands and camping on the Gobi.
It was their first long trip after confirming their relationship.
When night fell, like a magician, she pulled out two bottles of "wine" and two glasses.
The strong liquor was hard to swallow, burning the throat like fire, and even the most seasoned drinkers had to sip it slowly. Yet, she downed it cup after cup without blinking, claiming to be "able to handle a thousand drinks".
In reality—
After each drank a bottle, he was drunk to the point of being muddle-headed and unconscious, while Nora Scott... showed no signs of intoxication, remaining as clear-headed and composed as ever.
Pedro Langley's gaze darkened, "So that night, the wine—"
"Two bottles," Nora Scott tossed a peanut into her mouth and said leisurely, "One bottle of strong liquor, yours; one bottle of plain water, mine."
Just as he thought!
Pedro Langley narrowed his eyes.
