“Why do I feel dizzy?”
Laurence rubbed her temple as she spoke to herself. Her cheeks flushed.
Andrew squinted, took a sip of the wine, and was confused.
The win was not strong. Laurence should not be drunk for one cup. Why did she look drunk?
“Help with yourself, brother.”
Seeing Andrew stopped eating, Laurence picked up some food for Andrew. However, due to her blurred vision, it fell onto Andrew's shirt rather than his plate.
Andrew had to take the tissue to clean up the stain.
“Let me help you, Andrew.”
Keeping the mission in mind, Laurence stumbled over to Andrew with a tissue in her hand.
Andrew stood up and stepped back.
“No, thanks.”
“I can help you, Andrew,” Laurence said, smiling insinuatingly. She grabbed Andrew by the collar and tried to pull him over.
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