“Is it bad?” Alessa worried that too little drink would have no effect.
"A lot of progress." He was not chary of praise.
"Then why don't you have more?" asked Alessa, raising her charming and dewy eyes.
In front of her wistful eyes, Brian could not help himself and he finished it off.
Alessa heaved a sigh of relief, twisting the hem of her dress round her fingers.
She carried the bowl down the stairs, and then dawdle for a while, deliberately waiting for the pill to work. When she went upstairs and entered the room again, sure enough, she found Brian looked strange on the sofa.
She could see the top of his chest through the open buttons of his shirt and small beads of moisture lying there upon his tanned skin; an unusual pink flush was on his handsome face, and his breathing was a li
