Fang Hao was somewhat surprised to see Beata here.
"How did you end up drinking so much?"
His eyes swept over the empty bottles left on the stone table, amazed at her capacity for alcohol.
He remembered their first meeting, which happened because Beata had drunk too much and stumbled into the wrong room.
And Fang Hao, because of signing a Dream Entering Contract, mistook her for a figment of his sleep.
They spent the entire night together.
Since that incident, Beata had stayed away from alcohol for a long time.
But today's banquet seemed to have awakened the urge within her.
She drank astonishingly much.
Beata wore a beige long dress, her silver-white dragon horns reflecting the light from the Nightstone.
Her slightly youthful face was flushed with drunkenness.
Fang Hao sat down beside her and gently nudged her shoulder, "Beata, don't sleep here, you'll catch a cold."
