Described as crazy by Claire and Brent, Charlotte staggered to the salon, and as she entered the salon, he stumbled and nearly pounced on a lady who had just risen from the salon. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Charlotte burped, held a goblet of wine, and smirked drunkenly, "Hug, sorry, ma'am!"

The aristocratic young woman was startled, patted her full breasts in a red low-cut evening dress, and immediately smiled back when she saw who the young man in front of her was wearing a noble winter hunting suit.

"It's okay, you're so polite. The lady stretched out her hand to support Charlotte, and deliberately rubbed Charlotte's elbow with her plump soft flesh, "You seem to have drunk too much, do you need my help?" ”

"No, no!" Charlotte waved her hand to shake off the noblewoman, and the red wine in her hand almost splashed on the noblewoman's body, "I—I can drink at least eight more glasses!"

"You can't even look like you can even drink a glass. The lady didn't care about Charlotte's rude behavior, but covered her mouth and showed a charming smile with crooked eyebrows, "Although I have heard of the strong independence of the men of the North, I think this is not a good time to be strong. ”

Charlotte, who was drunk, sneered, and said that she didn't need any help. He staggered two steps, and accidentally stumbled to the low table in front of the couch.

He put the wine on the low table, thought for a moment, and then turned back and said, "I think you're right, ma'am." Can you help me?"

"My pleasure!" said the lady grinned and put her arm around Charlotte, and all her best friends around her looked envious of her.

The aristocracy of the San Lorenzo Empire indulged in the glory of its past, and the style of pampering pervasiveness pervaded the entire high society. For these noble ladies, being able to have a spring festival with a great nobleman at the level of the heir of the Seven Kings is definitely a lifelong affair worth boasting about.

The lady winked at her jealous girlfriends and brought her red lips to Charlotte's ear, the warm breath tingling Charlotte's increasingly confused mind.

"So where do we go next? You have the final say, Count. ”

Charlotte shuddered, and a stream of heat rushed from her lower abdomen to the top of her head. In a drunken state, he was full of inexplicable impulses at this time, and he even wanted to hug this stunner next to him regardless of reflexivity.

However, the moment he looked up, when he looked at Sylvia, who was sitting alone in the corner of the salon, the lust in his heart seemed to be poured down by a basin of ice water, and his hot body couldn't help but shiver.

Sylvia, who was expressionless, was holding black tea, looking at him coldly from the fog with indescribable eyes.

In an instant, Charlotte's drunkenness was half awakened. He subconsciously pushed the lady next to him and stammered.

"That, that, that, ma'am. I've got some things to do......"

"Of course there is something to do, I said, you have the final say tonight. The lady next to her grinned, and even stretched out her tongue to lick Charlotte's earlobe rather coquettishly.

Charlotte was even more nervous now, he pointed to the corner of the salon and said, "You, you, look! I, I, I, my sister's expression ......"

The lady subconsciously glanced at the salon, and was immediately startled by Sylvia's eyes like rotten wood, she took half a step back as if struck by lightning, and her originally charming smile became extremely stiff.

"I think you're still a good ...... in your own past."

The lady said, fleeing from Charlotte as if she had seen a ghost.

Charlotte thought so too, and he recuperated his glass, trying his best to keep his balance and walked to the saloon where Sylvia was. Unlike the lively salon discussions elsewhere, the area where Sylvia is located is completely lifeless.

It was probably because Princess Icy Lake's aura was too strong, and even though the atmosphere in the banquet hall was warm and the fireplace was warm, the area where Sylvia was located was as cold as the cold air of Siberia.

Charlotte sat on the sofa on Sylvia's side, and as soon as he put down the two glasses of red wine, he heard Sylvia say coldly.

"What are you doing here? ”

Charlotte glanced at Sylvia in surprise, the beautiful Princess of the Ice Lake was not powdered, and under the warm light, her already cold face was as cold as a layer of frost.

"It's not like what you say. If it was Charlotte in the past, she would probably laugh awkwardly, but after drinking, she spit out without thinking that she dared to say anything, "Why does this sound like something sour?"

As soon as the words came out, Charlotte couldn't help but want to slap herself.

Sure enough, Sylvia's originally indifferent expression looked completely frozen, and she spoke coldly, with a cold tone in her tone, "What sourness?"

Charlotte shuddered, shook his head, and subconsciously babbled nonsense, "It's nothing! I mean this red wine is a little sour, do you want to try it?"

As he spoke, he handed Sylvia one of the glasses of red wine.

"You've drunk too much. Sylvia didn't mean to take the goblet, "I remember telling you when you were very young that alcohol destroys your cranial nerves and rusts your mind. Remember what the basic principles of a mage are?"

"Learn to restrain yourself!" Charlotte said persistently, still holding her glass, "I know that drinking alcohol is harmful, but there will always be happy or unhappy things in life, and it would be terrible to stay awake all the time, so I don't think there's a bad thing about letting your mind stagnate once in a while! ”

"You can always talk nonsense in a serious way. Even so, Sylvia's grim expression softened significantly.

She took the goblet and gently pinched her pale pink cherry lips in front of the glass, then frowned unexpectedly.

Her slender and creamy neck twitched slightly, revealing a somewhat embarrassed expression, "No matter how many times I try, I feel that this red liquid only has a bitter taste." ”

"That's because you stop every time. Charlotte talks about the benefits of red wine like a drunkard, "Drinking alcohol in moderation is actually good for your skin, and believe me, when you drink the whole glass, you will definitely experience it differently." ”

"Usually the extremely sober mind will be like a cog distilled by steam, but it is warm and lazy, like lying in the mother's arms looking up at the summer blue sky, surrounded by the fragrance of grass and the serenity of the mother's arms. Give it a try?"

Sylvia stared in amazement at the rippling red liquor in her goblet, the highest grade of wine with a wonderful consistency, and when she shook the glass, the liquid would stick to the walls and slowly suck down.

"I ...... I haven't tried what it's like to be hugged by my mother. Sylvia's voice was a little dazed, "Would that be peaceful?"

She didn't expect Charlotte's answer, for she drank it from her goblet before she could explain it.

It was probably the most Sylvia drank in her life.