"Hmm." Archer narrowed his eyes and glanced at Cassie. He was drunk and didn't recognize her.
He staggered, stumbled, and walked forward.
But in front of him was the fence of the pavilion, which was only as high as his waist. If he walked forward, he would fall into the lake.
Cassie had no choice but to reach out to stop him. She frowned and asked angrily, "How much wine did you drunk?"
Archer stopped.
He turned around, sat on the seat in the pavilion, and looked up at Cassie.
Cassie stood in front of him. There was a little backlight where Archer was sitting. She couldn't see his expression. It made her feel at a loss.
It was a bad feeling.
So she turned to leave.
But Archer suddenly grabbed her by the wrist. He was drunk and didn't control his strength, so Cassie fell into his arms.
It made Archer feel a little pain. He groaned in pain but didn't let her go.