Roland had a sensitive stomach, but his group of friends always liked to push him to drink. Because of this, whenever he went out, I would often remind him to drink less. "So what if we had a fight? She's almost thirty, not eighteen or nineteen. Does she even dare to break up with me?" he retorted.
The people around him joined in the teasing, “Yeah, she’s almost an old woman now. Who would want her if she left you?”
“Roland, you’re just too responsible. Otherwise, you’d have kicked her out and been with Lysandra already.”
Roland rubbed his temples, clearly frustrated. “She’s hinted and suggested marriage many times already, it’s annoying…”
It turned out he wasn’t unaware of my desire to get married, he was just pretending not to know and avoiding the topic of marriage. I shook my head, intending to leave, when I heard Lysandra's voice behind me.
“Selena, you’ve followed us all the way here? Aren’t you being a bit too clingy with Roland?”
As she spoke, she pushed open the door to the private room and everyone inside turned to look at me in unison.
Roland’s friends exchanged glances as if saying, “Look, she’s followed us here again!”
Roland’s expression was inscrutable, leaning casually on the sofa with an air of confidence.
“You were so aloof this morning, saying you wouldn’t come, but it turns out you were secretly stalking us! Since you’re here, come in and greet everyone properly. What’s with the timid and petty attitude?”
I didn’t want to respond, but suddenly I remembered some past grudges. I had to get back at them today.
After Lysandra returned, she loudly announced that everyone should start playing games, with the loser having to drink as punishment. I knew she was deliberately trying to ignore me and make me uncomfortable, but I continued browsing my phone while keeping an eye on their activities. I was quite content despite her efforts.
Suddenly, there was another burst of noise from their side. Lysandra had lost. She leaned half against Roland, rubbing her temples. “Roland, I’m feeling dizzy and it seems like I’ve had too much to drink. Could you help me?”
Roland must have drunk quite a bit himself. Hearing Lysandra’s words, he frowned as he looked at the row of drinks in front of him.