Her gentle and deep eyes were as clear as usual, but when she said that she hated her drinking, there were some complicated emotions in her smiling eyes.
Meeting her gaze, Olivia's thoughts stagnated slightly, his throat churned, he reached out and took Josh's arm and shook it gently, his tone suddenly serious, "I won't drink anymore, anyway, I don't like drinking, I hate it too."
Josh lowered his head slightly, reached out and gently embraced the person who leaned against him, and sighed softly.
What she hated was not whether she drank the wine or not, but that she would definitely lose her memory after drinking it and would definitely forget what happened between them. The first time, she was helpless and powerless.
The second and third time she received her call, she was far away abroad and could do nothing. She knew she was drunk and could only worry about her. She didn't want to recall that feeling of powerlessness.
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