I felt a hint of embarrassment and I hurriedly urged Grace to pack up and go home.
As I turned around, I accidentally noticed a faint red mark behind Grace's ear, which was particularly eye-catching.
"What happened?" I looked at her in confusion.
Blushing, Grace lowered her head shyly and said, "What else could it be? It's your 'masterpiece' from last night! I've told you to be more restrained at someone else's place, but you didn't listen. Look, it's so embarrassing."
There was a hint of coquetry and sweetness in her words, making me momentarily dazed.
I scratched my head, but my memory was like a broken film and I couldn't piece together the fragments of last night.
I felt regretful. Could my drinking skills become so bad?
Recalling a similar experience last time, I secretly made up my mind that I should drink less when going out in the future, so as not to cause trouble.
One day at work, my assistant Frank Smith came to me with a mysterious smile, "Mr. Lancelot, were you having a great time last night? You are really trendy."
I was confused and thought back for a long time, "Last night? I went home directly after socializing with Mr. Murphy. Weren't you with me too?"