"Take care, see you later."
As night fell, Lu Liang stood at the hotel entrance, waving goodbye to Ota Ling, his steps light and unsteady as he wavered back upstairs.
His tolerance for alcohol was still not very good, barely handling the twenty-something-degree sake after they had downed seven pots.
Back in his room, Lu Liang lay on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest when suddenly a cold towel covered his forehead, prompting him to immediately open his eyes.
"When you're drunk... a cold towel on the forehead can be soothing."
Sakurada Miyuki panicked, like a frightened deer, instinctively backing away a few steps. Lu Liang sat up, patted the spot next to him, and chuckled, "Am I that scary?"
"No, not at all."
Sakurada Miyuki obediently sat next to Lu Liang, daring only to perch on the edge of the seat, her back ramrod straight, clearly still very nervous.
