The following day, at night.
"Where's the wine?"
"It's gone."
"Don't try to deceive me, you clearly have two flasks of Ambrosial Honey Wine tucked away in your arms."
"The wound hasn't healed, it's probably been drunk,"
"I want to drink..."
The noblewoman spoke softly, gazing intently at Luo En before her.
In the end, Luo En was defeated and had no choice but to hand over his private stash.
Watching the noblewoman adeptly pull out the wooden stopper and frown as she guzzled down the wine, Luo En sighed helplessly.
He wasn't upset about the wine itself, but he felt that in his role as a friend to women, he seemed to have encountered a patient that was difficult to handle.
Clearly, the lady didn't truly enjoy the taste of wine; she had simply worn her mask for too long and now found it hard to take off.
Thus, she needed to numb herself with alcohol, to break through and reveal the restrained dignity of sobriety, showing the negative emotions she had suppressed for so long.