A Sense of Participation in the Bathroom

The Châteauneuf-du-Pape in the decanter had run dry. Two rosy flushes colored Zhou Jialu's cheeks as she leaned against the bar, her fox-like eyes veiled in a misty haze.

Su Bai, meanwhile, looked completely unfazed. With his Constitution stat at 170, let alone one bottle of red wine—even two more bottles of liquor would merely wet his throat.

"Junior... your alcohol tolerance is just ridiculous." Zhou Jialu propped up her chin and looked at him, her voice already carrying a lazy drunkenness. "I'm practically dizzy, and you're still acting like nothing happened."

"You're just a lightweight." Su Bai smiled and stood, walking around the bar to support her by the shoulders. "All right, no more drinking. I'll help you go rest."

Zhou Jialu obediently leaned into his arms, rubbing her head against his chest like a lazy cat. The rich fragrance of red wine mingled with the faint clean scent of body wash on her, while her warm body heat seeped through her thin knitted dress.

Su Bai supported her out of the bar area and up the spiral staircase. The master bedroom suite on the club's second floor had been reserved specifically for him. It was even larger than a five-star hotel's presidential suite, and the bathroom alone spanned forty square meters.

The moment he pushed open the door, the sensor lights automatically lit up with a soft, warm glow. Su Bai was about to lay Zhou Jialu on the bed when she suddenly grabbed his collar and lifted those watery fox-like eyes.

"Junior, I'm not sleeping." Her voice carried the soft sweetness unique to someone drunk, yet there was also an earnestness in it. "I want to help you bathe."

Su Bai raised an eyebrow. "You can barely stand, and you want to help me?"

"That's different." Zhou