Knowing Roland had a sensitive stomach, I felt sorry for him. Under his weak pleas and coaxing, I ended up drinking the alcohol for him. Unfortunately, his friends seemed to get even more into the game. Roland, as if cursed, kept losing and in the end, I ended up in the hospital.
Instead of appreciating my sacrifice, he felt that my hospitalization ruined their fun and was annoyed.
"Selena, you see how uncomfortable Roland is. You’re the one who can drink the most, so come on, help him out!" Lysandra's words were filled with a sense of entitlement. "Roland, tell her to come over. She listens to you the most..."
Roland looked at me with a detached expression and casually waved me over. "I’m feeling unwell, so you should drink for me."
Finally, the moment I had been waiting for had arrived. I curled my lips into a smile and walked toward them with a beaming expression.
