"Oh," she said. She opened the windows of the back seat a little and let the wind blow in so that Sara wouldn't feel sick after a while.
But in fact, Sara was very good at drinking wine. She leaned against the glass window, and her white and tender little face was flushed by the smell of alcohol, which made her look very lovely. Her watery red lips were slightly compressed, and her dark eyebrows were also slightly wrinkled. It seemed that she was a little annoyed.
Hank reached out and touched her lips. Sara didn't react at first, but when that finger was like an annoying fly, she couldn't help but hold that finger, just like a little fox holding a mouthful of meat. She didn't want to let go.
Hank only felt that his fingertips were very warm and soft. He couldn't help but move and tease her tongue. Sara exclaimed and spat out his fingers. She snorted, probably complaining about something, but Hank couldn't understand.
After arriving at the Reminisland, Hank carried her upstairs. Aunt Dovlin sighed and cooked her sobering soup. Aunt Lyons took a bath for Sara, who was full of the smell of alcohol, and changed into pink and white pyjamas.
Hank unbuttoned her collar and glanced at Sara, who was lying obediently on the bed. He picked up the soup to sober himself up and pinched her cheek. "Sara, get up and drink this."
Sara had already gone to sleep with Duke. Of course, she would not get up and drink it.
Hank lowered his eyes and looked at the sobering soup in his hand. He took a sip and then squeezed Sara's chin into his mouth.
The decanter soup was really not very good, but Hank tasted a trace of sweetness in it.
After the two of them drank a mouthful of soup, Sara felt that the taste was not good. She felt so aggrieved that she was about to cry. She pulled the blanket over her head and refused to drink it again.
The old man lied to her. "Sara, come out and have strawberry cake."
Sara loved the strawberry cake very much. Although she was drunk, she still got out of the quilt and was immediately forced to drink a mouthful of sobering soup.
Sara: "..."
Sara was so angry that she cried, like a little kitten. Hank wanted to touch her face to comfort her, but Sara wrapped herself up with a cup ball. It was much more solid than the first time. It seemed that she had made up her mind not to go out.
Hank was not in a hurry. Slowing down, he said, "Sara, Aunt Dovlin made almond tofu."
Two seconds later, Sara took another sip of the sobering soup from the old man's grip on her chin.
After a bowl of soup was fed intermittently, the old man scooped up a lot of oil and water and wiped her mouth. Looking at her red and tender lips, he couldn't help but take another bite.
He looked down at the little princess lying on the bed and laughed, "Good night."
When Sara woke up the next day, she felt a splitting headache.
She was too sensitive to alcohol. Even though she had only drunk two bottles of beer, followed by honey water and sobering soup, she still had a headache and could not get up on the bed.
Breakfast was served on the bed.
She thought it was Lionel who sent her back last night when she drank. She took out her mobile phone and looked at it. Hank didn't call her at all. It seemed that he didn't care about her at all. She felt even worse. She lay on the bed all morning and didn't wash up or go downstairs until she had lunch.
Fortunately, after the morning, her eyes were no longer swollen and were not as scary as before.
Aunt Dovlin cooked two eggs for her. She peeled off the egg shell and wrapped it in a soft silk cloth. She applied it to her eyes. After half an hour, her clear deer eyes finally came back.
Aunt Dovlin scolded her and said, "Don't drink anymore in the future. Do you know?"
Sara nodded.
It was said that getting drunk could relieve one's sorrows. She felt that it was a lie. Even though she was already drunk, she still felt very sad.
In the afternoon, Freya called Sara to go shopping, and also went to an Internet dessert shop to take a taxi. Sara happened to have a bad imagination in her home, so she agreed.
This time, they went to a business city, where there were a lot of exclusive stores and counters. Freya had arrived. One of them wore a white floral dress and the other wore a black high-waist shirt, which looked particularly pleasing to the eye.
When Freya saw Sara, she immediately gave him a hug. When she was about to kiss him, she was pushed away. "Are you disgusting?"
Freya said angrily, "This is a concrete performance of my love for Sara!"
Sara saw the two of them bickering and couldn't help but laugh. "Then can't I give up your love?"
Freya hooked her arm around Sara's neck and said, "No."
Sara: "..."
The three of them entered the shop, and Freya said, "I've used up my water milk. I remember that I used that brand and there was a shelf here. I'll buy a set by the way."
Yin milk was not a very famous brand, because it was too expensive. It was a little expensive, and almost everyone knew about it. However, this set of milk was so expensive that the makeup host, who had millions of fans, was reluctant to pay for it.
The store's decoration was very cold, and it was in an artistic style, giving people a feeling that it was cold, which made them feel that they could not afford to buy the things inside.
When the counter girl saw them, she immediately greeted them enthusiastically. "What would you like to order, miss?"
Freya asked the counter sister to give her a set of water milk. When she was interested, she went to the shop again, Sara knew nothing about these skin-protecting cosmetics and looked around blankly. She only felt that she was not worthy of being a girl.
Freya pinched her face, almost jealous of her. "You said that you didn't need anything? Are you a demon, Sara? You didn't even use any skin, yet you're so good at it?!"
Sara said, "Maybe it's because I took medicine since I was a child. There are no impurities in my body and there are no rules of life and rest, so there will be no skin problems."
Freya resentfully said, "Forget it, I choose to spend money to maintain my beauty. It's impossible for me not to stay up late."
She picked up a bottle and tried the color on the back of her hand, and said in surprise, "This color is good!"
Indeed, the aggregating red was a matte fog- like feeling. It was a very beautiful tomato red, but it was a little skin-penetrating. However, Sara skin was very white, and she completely held it.
Freya glanced at his color bar and asked Big Sister to pack one for him. He then heard the arrogant voice of a woman. "...give me another bank tribulation money and I will use it for one hundred and seventy times."
The female receptionist looked at Freya with a little embarrassment, and then looked at the woman who spoke, "... I'm sorry. Because this name is very popular. We only have one here. I don't know if you two..."
The little princess didn't give in when it came to this matter. She raised her eyebrows and said, "Of course, I'm the one who said it first."