"Another drink?" Watching the beautiful woman in front of him, who exuded a mature allure, finish her whiskey in one go, Adrian shook the bottle in his hand and asked.
She let out a sigh, the flush on her face, deepened by the alcohol, becoming more pronounced. With a bang, she placed the glass on the coffee table: "Another one!"
Adrian poured her another half glass. As soon as the bottle left the rim, she picked it up and downed it again. This time, drinking too hastily, the whiskey choked her throat, and she began coughing violently, even bending her spine and tearing up. Adrian, initially intending to help by patting her back, had his hand instinctively brushed away by her. He just shrugged and let her compose herself.
"Another." After managing to stop the coughing, she once again firmly placed the glass on the coffee table, appearing bold yet actually quite self-destructive.
"If you keep drinking, you'll get drunk, Miss Zhu," Adrian gently reminded her with a smile.
