"Hmm." Archer Bailey narrowed his eyes and glanced at Cassie Jensen, his eyes were misty, as if he didn't recognize her.
He staggered, stumbled, and walked forward on his own.
But in front of him was the fence of the gazebo, which was only as high as his waist. If he walked any further, he would fall into the lake.
Cassie Jensen had no choice but to reach out to stop him, frowning a little angrily: "How much wine have you drunk?"
Archer Bailey's figure paused.
Then he turned around slowly, sat on the gazebo, looked up at Cassie Jensen.
Cassie Jensen stood in front of him, he was a little bit against the light in this position, she couldn't see the emotion on his face clearly, and felt at a loss in her heart.
It's such a bad feeling.
So she turned to leave.
But Archer Bailey grabbed her by the wrist. He was drunk and didn't control his strength well, pulling her and falling into his arms.