Chapter 64 Neil, where's the face?

Such a reaction made Olive very satisfied. She hiccupped and smiled sweetly. "Neil, since you won't allow me to try it with others, let's try it again." As she spoke, she lightly pursed her lips. Maybe it was because of drinking, her lips were red and tender, as if carrying some kind of silent invitation. Neil's Adam's apple, rolling. When the intoxicated Olive came up to him, he kept the last sliver of sanity that would collapse at any moment, and pushed Olive away forcefully. The rude movement caused Olive to bump into a corner of the sofa, causing some pain. She rubbed her painful waist and muttered: "Then what are you doing fiercely? It's just a test, it's not really going to eat you." The wine also sobered up for a minute or two. But her red face and bewildered and unfocused eyes made her still look like a tender and charming little drunk c