"Ah... really? The most expensive gift for Sumr, and then sell it for money? But, you know, the most expensive is the only limited edition in the world. If you sell it, you can’t buy it back." Artie Vaughn looked seriously pained.
What she was pained by wasn’t the money, but the uniqueness about to leave her.
A faint, barely noticeable smile crossed Sumr Fairmont’s face.
Artie’s seriously pained look was probably like the day when warm sunshine lts the icy glacier of the soul.
Artie quickly realized her mistake and, with a face full of grievance as if she had been deceived, pouted and glared at Sumr Fairmont: "Oh Sumr, you’re so annoying, teasing on purpose and making sad for a long, long, looooong ti!"
Sumr Fairmont’s micro-expressions are hard for ordinary people to catch, but The Pouting Siren is definitely not an ordinary person in Sumr Fairmont’s world.
"Five seconds." Sumr Fairmont precisely calculated the duration of "a long, long, looooong ti."
"Oh Sumr~~ you’re really so so annoying~~"
Artie’s way of finding Sumr annoying was a bit special—grabbing onto Sumr’s arm and leaning her whole head on Sumr’s shoulder.
"Your mom." Sumr Fairmont’s minimalist language style occasionally sounds like an insult.
Yet, The Pouting Siren said even adverbs like "so" in reduplication, making it hard not to think of the term "madam."
"Oh Sumr~~ you’re really really really so annoying, Sumr even learned to dislike ."
If the reduplication of two "so"s was ambiguous, then using three.
"Bath." Sumr Fairmont decided to change the subject to prevent Artie from bringing out "really really really really."
"Oh right, Sumr, you’ve been flying all day, and right after landing, without even eating, you were dragged to the hospital by . Let take you to your room; Mom just told she has prepared a surprise for you!"
Artie pulled Sumr Fairmont at a quick pace to the elevator, the kind that goes from the third floor to the second.
As it turned out, if Sumr Fairmont hadn’t held on, The Falling Siren almost tripped and fell.
The surprise Talia Tate prepared for Sumr Fairmont, according to Artie, was quite "surprising."
Upon entering, a dozen bottles of vodka were displayed on the iconic Hers orange bedding.
It wasn’t surprising for Talia Tate to prepare alcohol for Sumr Fairmont, but preparing a dozen was a bit much.
There’s nothing wrong with the quantity; the truly surprising part was that Talia Tate prepared the crazy Polish vodka—Spirytus— with an alcohol content of 96% "Water of Life" for Sumr Fairmont.
Probably Talia often heard Artie talk about Sumr Fairmont’s life philosophy—drink the strongest alcohol, live the coolest life.
Even dical alcohol hand sanitizer contains only 75% alcohol.
96%. Twelve bottles.
Whether compared by degree or quantity, it was sothing The Pouting Siren’s toxic trio couldn’t compete with.
Crazy Polish vodka exists for mixing, not for direct drinking.
Even if you indeed drink it, it can only be a small sip.
Feel that crazy sensation where the moisture from your lips is instantly drawn out.
This kind of vodka, if chugged, will cause problems regardless of your drinking capacity.
A dozen. 96%. Vodka.
Talia Tate’s hospitality matched the alcohol content of the Water of Life.
"Try it after the bath." Sumr Fairmont responded to Talia’s "high-concentration" surprise with four words.
Drinking spirits of over sixty degrees was no pressure for Sumr Fairmont, but she had never accepted the challenge of drinking 96% pure alcohol.
"Oh, does Sumr want to accompany you for a bath?" The Pouting Siren wouldn’t deserve her title if she didn’t act up every second.
Sumr Fairmont glanced at Artie.
Serious.
Solemn.
Then she replied to Artie with a blank expression: "Yes."
"Oh~~ Sumr, you’re so wicked! So all along, Sumr has been having fantasies about ? I’m going to tell my mom!" Artie made a gesture of tightening her coat, arms crossed over her chest.
Even though, she wasn’t wearing a coat at all.
After the drama, Artie used the room’s smart door access to connect to the butler’s mobile device: "Could you please turn on the hot spring in-room system and have soone co over to prepare the bathwater."
The Pouting Siren rarely spoke like a normal twenty-three-year-old girl.
Ever since she learned that Sumr Fairmont bought a ticket back ho, Artie began moving things she regularly used into the guest room prepared for Sumr Fairmont.
A full set of Hers Eau d’Orange Verte fragrance bath anities, Hers Iskender glasses, Hers towels, Hers bathrobes...
Only lacking the Hers Birkin bag to complete Sumr Fairmont’s experience.
Because she knew Sumr Fairmont didn’t like pink, she ultimately gave up.
Sumr Fairmont finished her bath in just five minutes.
She had no intention of soaking in the hot spring for at least half an hour like Artie.
Bathing was rely for cleanliness.
In Sumr Fairmont’s world, long bath soaks did nothing more than waste ti and didn’t upgrade cleanliness.
Artie said they’d call her up for supper later, so Sumr Fairmont took the opportunity to try a glass of "Water of Life."
The sensation burning from the mouth down to the stomach was quite unique.
It wasn’t quite like the imagined feeling of being punched in the stomach.
So, Sumr Fairmont poured another glass.
If calculated by normal vodka diluted with half water, the amount she drank was less than half a bottle, yet felt strangely like drinking two bottles of Whiskey.
Sumr Fairmont enjoyed this feeling but didn’t wish for anyone else to witness her in this state.
So far, no one had actually seen her truly drunk.
Just like now, before completely passing out, Sumr Fairmont had the presence of mind to decide to go to bed.
She didn’t drink much today, it was just a bit too strong, and she’d sober up entirely in at most half an hour.
When Sumr Fairmont awoke and went to the first floor, she found four people waiting in the dining room.
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