"Seriously, getting wasted at a gathering without worrying about the consequences."
Lilith, finally freed from Mi Octopus Sela, was drenched in a fragrant sweat.
Laura downed her beer in one gulp, laughing out loud:
"As if she'd get drunk in front of others. It's because she knows you won't leave her hanging."
"Tch, like you need to say that," Lilith replied stubbornly, but her eyes softened.
To her, Miseria was a cherished friend.
"I'll leave taking her back to the dorm to you."
"Alright, what about Rephya?"
"I'll take her to Amber Hall? I've arranged a room for her there."
Chloe stretched lazily and said.
The Beauty President turned her head and gave him a meaningful look.
A bit annoyed.
Now Chloe wasn't nesting with her but running off to nest with other girls, huh.
So frustrating!
But Lilith wasn't in a position to say that.
After all, she couldn't just jump out and say, "Hey, darling, I'm your walnut," right?
So the President could only say:
