Lu Zhou's premonition proved correct.
Molina really had gone mad somehow and actually showed up downstairs from his hotel.
Since she was already there, Lu Zhou could hardly refuse. He could only take her to the bar on the second floor.
Unlike ordinary bars, the bars attached to five-star hotels were more like restaurants than bars. Their clientele also leaned more toward businesspeople, so not only was the decor more modern and elegant, but the music consisted mainly of piano, violin, and saxophone pieces.
Of course, they also served the alcohol found in ordinary bars, though much of it was not listed on the menu.
Lu Zhou ordered a smoked-meat burger and a German dark beer, then watched this guy order a pile of colorful cocktails. Without saying a word, she poured them down one glass after another.
Finally unable to watch any longer, Lu Zhou could not help speaking up.
"Drink less. Alcohol damages your brain."
Who drank like that? And ordering a bunch of colorful cocktails right away made her look like a complete novice.
"My treat."
"That isn't the issue... Though if you insist on treating me, I won't object."
Molina asked, "Then what is it?"
Lu Zhou said, "The way you're acting makes me think you're trying to take advantage of me."
The glass in Molina's hand paused. Still drinking, she frowned and said somewhat incoherently, "...Take advantage of you how?"
It was over. It looked like he was already too late.
This not-very-bright look of hers meant she was probably already close to getting drunk.
Lu Zhou sighed.
"...Never mind. Pretend I didn't say anything."
Molina downed the Sunrise in her glass, and a trace of confusion entered her eyes.
She stared toward the bar for a long while. Facing Lu Zhou in profile, she