"And the bald guy? What did he say to you?"
Maria pressed further.
Luis tapped her lightly on the head and teased, "Enough already. My translation services are expensive. Even my wife doesn't interrogate me this much when I go out to eat and drink. Why are you asking so many questions?"
"I—I…"
Maria had also drunk quite a bit. Emboldened by the alcohol, she suddenly gritted her teeth and said, "Then I'll be your wife tonight. I insist on asking."
Seeing her slightly drunk and dazed, Luis provoked her further, "If you're going to be my wife, it's not just empty words. You'll need to take some real action."
"Brother is really wicked enough."
Maria directly slapped Luis, her tone completely coquettish, and she gave him a charming, flirtatious glance that was utterly captivating. Just then, David came over raising his glass, shouting something loudly and ostentatiously.
Luis immediately stood up and drank a glass with him. Only after both had finished did they sit down.
