The sweet liquor was ultimately fed into Gwen's stomach by St. Louis, leaving a lingering fragrance on his lips and teeth.
"Commander, how did it taste?"
St. Louis, a faint trace of moisture at the corner of her lips, braced both hands on Gwen's shoulders. Her breathing was slightly hurried as she looked down at him from above.
"Mm, it truly was a rare vintage."
Facing St. Louis as she put on the air of an older sister, Gwen smiled back without the slightest hint of being intimidated.
"Then would the Commander like another glass?"
St. Louis was not discouraged. The light in her eyes only grew brighter...
Is There No Law?
Just as St. Louis was preparing to keep pouring Gwen drinks, a shadow suddenly fell over the two of them—
"Commander, Dream Weaver has sent word..."
A cheerful voice came from outside the window, but before the sentence could be finished, it abruptly cut off.
Had there not been a table between them, St. Louis might already have been sitting on Gwen's lap. Her body stiffened, and another flush spread across her pretty face, which was already alluringly red. She only felt as though her face were burning.
However, St. Louis was not Honolulu. She was a formidable woman capable of chatting and laughing with representatives from every major consortium without ever losing the upper hand.
After a brief moment of embarrassment, St. Louis met Gwen's eyes. Seeing the teasing look on his face, she gave him an adorable roll of her eyes, calmly withdrew her hands, straightened up, and returned to her seat before looking toward the window where the voice had come from—
Above the half-open window, a white-haired girl hung upside down, with only half her body visible as she looked into the room. The