C61 Sword of Love

"Bring me a bottle of wine, make it a Martini."

Loong Yunlan clutched the bottle, drunk as a skunk, with tears streaming down her face like an uncontrollable flood.

"Miss, you've had enough. Any more and I'm afraid I'll be taking you to the hospital."

The bartender looked at her with a mix of concern and affection, but any hint of desire vanished at the thought of her reputation