The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 417
Chapter 417: Disinfecting
Sam coughed for a while, and Mia looked at him, both embarrassed and annoyed.
“What do you mean by that? Are you that scared of my question?”
Sam wiped the corner of his mouth.
“It’s just that you asked so suddenly. Weren’t we talking about me? That was quite the abrupt turn.”
Mia huffed.
“That’s the point, to catch you off guard. Look at you, such a scaredy-cat… That last drink doesn’t count. You didn’t even swallow it; you sprayed it all out.”
“You’re the one being petty.”
Sam took another drink. There was no way around it; drinking seemed safer than answering that question.
They had a few more drinks, and all the barbecue dishes were finally served.
Both of their faces were tinged with a bit of redness. In the bright lights and lively atmosphere, Mia remembered something and looked at Sam.
“By the way, New Year’s is coming up. What are your plans?”
Such a familiar question.
If he remembered correctly, Zoe had asked him the same thing earlier that day.
Sam noticed Mia’s attempt to appear nonchalant, but he caught the subtle glances she threw his way.
Sam picked up a piece of barbecue and answered casually.
“Oh, nothing much. Just a New Year’s event with the club… We’re supposed to stay up until midnight.”
Hearing this, Mia’s eyes widened slightly.
“R-really?”
“Yeah, we planned it a few days ago.”
“What kind of club is this… having a New Year’s event? Don’t your club members have other things to do, like spending time with family?”
Mia seemed to be making a judgment on some unusual social behavior.
“How many young people spend New Year’s with their families these days? It’s pretty normal…”
He said it offhandedly, not intending to imply anything.
But Mia was reminded of her own situation.
Her mother had passed away unexpectedly, and her stepfather, who existed in name only, hadn’t been seen in years.
At that moment, she felt a wave of adult loneliness and melancholy.
Even with the boy in front of her, she was momentarily overwhelmed by solitude.
Her expression turned somber.
She poured herself another glass of Brandy.
Then she spoke softly.
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“Kids these days think they have all the time in the world to spend with their families. They don’t realize how precious every moment is, and that accidents can happen anytime.”
She said this, then downed the entire glass and poured another.
Seeing this, Sam realized his words had triggered her sadness.
He frowned.
“Yeah, you’re right. What you said makes sense.”
Mia looked at Sam and smiled.
Her face, flushed from the alcohol, was now revealing a captivating beauty.
But her smile was tinged with sadness, as if she were incomplete, broken under the lights.
“You don’t have to say that just to comfort me. These are just my thoughts. I know that many people, even those drowning in happiness, can’t truly feel it.”
Sam watched her raise her glass again. He reached out, not to stop her, but to pick up his own glass and clink it with hers.
Sam drank his glass first, then said.
“If you want, you can have a happy family too. It’s up to you.”
Mia hesitated, then drank her glass.
She opened her red lips and took a deep breath, as if to dispel the intense alcohol burn.
“I know… But don’t you think blindly seeking something because you’re missing it is like drinking poison to quench thirst?”
Sam didn’t try to persuade her directly.
After all, it was her personal matter. Often, outside interference in such choices was unnecessary.
He simply told Mia.
“I can’t say I fully understand what you’ve been through. I just think that sometimes giving others a chance is also giving yourself a chance.”
Mia’s vision blurred slightly.
She wasn’t so fragile as to cry from these words, but the alcohol had hit her hard and fast.
The sudden rush made the boy’s figure and face in front of her appear hazy.
“Sam…”
She softly called his name. Just by looking at her eyes, he knew she had drunk quite a bit.
Sam smiled at her.
“What? Are you drunk?”
Mia pouted. Alcohol can amplify behaviors, making people more open and their emotions more uninhibited.
So her expressions and gestures were naturally more exaggerated.
“I’m not drunk. It’s just a bit of Brandy.”
“A bit? Do you know how much you’ve had?”
Sam held up one finger.
Mia stared blankly at his finger without answering.
Sam was taken aback.
Oh no, could she really be that drunk? She can’t even recognize a number?
Sam knew her tolerance. She shouldn’t be this far gone.
Was she pretending?
But her eyes looked strange.
She stared at his finger as if it were some rare treasure.
So Sam extended his hand a bit closer.
“Look carefully. How many is this?”
He wanted to further assess her mental state.
But unexpectedly, Mia suddenly reached out and grabbed his hand with both of hers.
Sam was stunned, unable to pull back his finger or say anything.
“Mm.”
Then he felt a wet sensation on his finger.
Sam’s eyes widened in shock.
Mia had pulled his hand over and put his finger in her mouth!
She wasn’t biting.
There was no pain from teeth, just… wet and soft.
She was sucking on his finger…
She held his finger in her mouth, not letting go immediately. She looked up at him with her beautiful, now misty and ambiguous eyes.
At that moment.
With the smoke swirling around, the glaring lights above, and her seductive gaze.
If Sam’s heart didn’t react, he would be the one missing the point.
So his heart pounded fiercely.
His eyes couldn’t leave her face.
After a long moment.
The longest moment, she slowly released his finger and let go of his hand.
Her face was even redder.
“I told you I’m not drunk… If you keep saying that, I’ll bite you.”
Sam slowly withdrew his finger.
The wet sensation lingered, making it hard to wipe away.
Not all marks have color, and not all marks disappear completely when wiped away.
It’s like a breeze on a summer day years ago, brushing a boy’s face, making him unable to forget that summer for the rest of his life.
“Are you really not drunk?”
Sam felt like he could barely speak.
Of course, the most embarrassed was Mia.
She wasn’t drunk, but her actions seemed reckless.
It was something she wouldn’t do even if she were drunk.
But just now.
When Sam extended his long finger towards her, she didn’t know what she saw.
She just had an absurd impulse.
She wanted to bite his finger, to make him feel pain. To show Sam she wasn’t drunk and not to doubt her tolerance.
But…
As soon as she opened her mouth to bite, she couldn’t bring herself to do it.
Was it reluctance?
Or a moment of hesitation.
So her teeth never came out.
Only the soft lips and tongue remained.
Mia’s embarrassment hadn’t faded when she saw Sam dipping his finger into a glass of Brandy.
She was puzzled.
“What are you doing?”
Sam replied calmly.
“Disinfecting.”
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