The Day I Kissed An Older Man

Melody's eyes lit up, but Lucas quickly added, "You can only drink it at home. You're not allowed to drink it elsewhere."

"Why not? This wine is sweet and tastes even better than some beverages," Melody replied after taking a big gulp, then sipping it slowly as if reluctant to finish it too quickly.

"It just seems like it's not strong, but you'll definitely get drunk if you drink too much. Especially for when you're the type that can't really hold your alcohol," Lucas explained.

Melody drank it like it was a soft drink. In no time, she finished the glass. Not wanting to weave through the crowd for a refill, she looked longingly at the red wine in Lucas' hand, which seemed equally delicious.

"What does yours taste like? Is it sweet?" Melody asked.

"Not too sweet, but it has a fruity aroma. Do you want to try it?" Lucas replied, his eyes following Melody's gaze to the glass of wine in his hand.

Melody nodded. "Yes, please."

sip of this wine," Lucas joked. To his surprise, Melody took two steps toward him

her eagerly staring at his glass of

expect you to get drunk from just a glass of

Melody protested, her elegant brows furrowing. "I'm not drunk at all. This champagne is really good, and I want more." "Alright, alright. You're not drunk, it's me who's drunk and talking nonsense. Do you still want to drink from my glass?" Lucas asked, amused. Melody nodded

her lips. "Be good, just take

not expect her to have such a low tolerance for alcohol, so he did not dare to let her drink too much. After she took a small sip,

commented, sticking out her tongue. She preferred the

wine should not

followed by a pleasant aftertaste, much like good tea. One should taste the bitter but not astringent blend of alcohol and