Yvonne leaned against the bar counter and smiled. "You're right. I never thought this would be the case either."

She looked at Otto as she supported her head against her hand lazily. The way he made cocktails was an exciting performance. She could never get bored of it.

Soon, a pink cocktail was presented in front of her.

"Thank you." Yvonne picked up the glass and downed it in one go.

"You…" Otto couldn't stop her in time. He smiled helplessly. "You're wasting my efforts if you drink like this."

"I don't know how to appreciate alcohol." Yvonne placed the empty glass down. "Right now, alcohol is a form of painkiller for me. When you take painkillers, do you care about their taste or their ingredients?"

Yvonne looked at Otto. Her eyes twinkled like a galaxy.

"I bet in your eyes, I'm no different than an alcoholic, right?"

Otto's heart fluttered. He looked away. "Not really."

As he made the second glass, he added slowly, "I'm just worried that if you continue drinking, you won't