An Inconclusive Cold War
編集者: Nyoi-Bo Studio
After three rounds of drinking, the two of them were already completely drunk. They couldn't sit properly in their seat.
At this moment, Bunduk no longer had his usual restraint. He began to talk to Derrick about how he admired Derrick.
As for Derrick, he leaned back in his chair and quietly listened to Bunduk's words.
In the end, when Bunduk's mouth was dry from talking, Derrick called for someone to bring him a pot of tea. He said, "Drink some tea first."
"No need. It's fine as long as there's wine." Bunduk shook his head.
"You haven't had enough?" Derrick removed the wine from Bunduk's glass and filled it with tea. "People who set off early in the morning tomorrow can't afford to have a hangover."
"Who cares? If you drink with me, I have to drink to my heart's content." Bunduk waved his hand and said, "If you want to stay here forever, won't there be fewer opportunities for us to drink together in the future?"