Chapter 172 - Your Social Circle is a Mess (2) (1/2)

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Ling Tianya smiled coyly as she picked up the pink c.o.c.ktail on the table. “What’s this c.o.c.ktail called?”

“Sweetheart,” The waiter answered, his eyes locked onto the hand that Ling Tianya was using to grip the gla.s.s.

Ling Tianya’s hand gradually raised, bringing the cup to her lips. With a slight part, the drink slithered into her mouth easily, her mouth instantly filled with a wisp of sweetness. “Not bad. It’s sweet, and not too alcoholic. Suitable for young ladies that don’t quite know how to drink, but not exactly what I like.”

Usually, c.o.c.ktails labeled for ladies didn’t have a high alcohol content, and were commonly sweet and sour, easy to consume, and not easy to get drunk on.

Even though Ling Tianya preferred sweet and sour flavors in food, it didn’t carry over to her preferred taste in drinks. The sweet taste made her feel that the alcohol wasn’t pure. Besides, when it came to drinks, she preferred something with high alcohol content.

Seeing Ling Tianya down the drink, the staff member clearly relaxed, leaving with a polite smile on his face.

It was getting late, and the number of people in the lobby’s bar started to decrease as well. Ling Tianya suddenly felt a little sleepy and dizzy. It was starting to get a little hard to catch her breath. With how uncomfortable she felt, she decided to pay the bill and leave.

Before her, a lady decked from head to toe in luxury products pa.s.sed by, her makeup glamorous and her outfit scandalous.

Ling Tianya’s head was starting to spin, her steps wobbly; it was only a matter of time before she stumbled. The woman was quick to respond, and she reached out to support Ling Tianya. “Are you alright?”

Looking at the woman, Ling Tianya felt that she looked beautiful, her poise elegant, seemingly someone from a rich family. She nodded her head. “I’m alright, thank you.”

Finis.h.i.+ng, Ling Tianya forced herself to stumble carefully to the lifts.

When she reached the fifteenth floor, Ling Tianya’s vision began to blur as she stepped out of the lift. She tried to speed up, tried to look for her room, number 1515, using her trembling and weak hands to fish out her room key in order to open it.

Her vision was like she was on a rollercoaster, spinning at top speed. Just as she stepped into the room, even before she could close the door, her body crumpled and collapsed, her eyes trembling as she fought to keep them open. It felt like her eyelids were weighted down by one-ton weights, heavy enough to crush her completely.