Sheng Shushu remembered the time from her past life when she had a good tolerance for alcohol.
Many ladies liked to invite her to taste wine together, and she had developed her own unique insights into wine tasting. Good or bad, no wine could escape her palate, and she was always spot on.
She took a sip of the wine she had just ordered and frowned.
It wasn't particularly good wine, but it had a strong kick to it, so she didn't let herself drink freely.
She stopped when she felt just tipsy enough.
Xiao Yu took her from the restaurant, put her in the back seat, and then moved to the driver's seat.
As expected, the aftereffect was strong, and Sheng Shushu could feel its slow climb while in the car.
It was somewhat hot, somewhat stuffy.
She casually rolled down the car window.
The air outside on this seasonal night carried a tinge of warmth, but she just simply wanted to have the window open.