"Pick up the call, Colin. It''s Professor King." I cruelly ruined the mood for Colin.


    He red at me resentfully, took a few deep breaths, and resigned to his fate. He took his phone,


    unlocked it grumpily, and greeted Professor King in a disgruntled tone.


    "You sound angry and frustrated?" As expected of Professor King. He could discern emotions from the


    voice alone. Sitting on the couch, I covered my mouth and chuckled. Then, I gave Professor King''s


    concise conclusion a thumbs-up.


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    Colinbed his fingers through his hair, suppressed his emotion, and replied, "I have a dinner party


    tonight. I''m getting changed now."


    "Is Luna with you?" asked Professor King cryptically.


    "Yes, we''re attending the party together."


    He made a long hum. "I must''ve called at a terrible time."


    Colin blushed and cleared his throat unnaturally. Then, he shot back, "Behave, old man."


    After the phone call, the intimate mood was gone. I looked at the time and realized we were less than


    an hour away from the party. Colin and I stood in front of the dresser to look at ourselves.


    My lipstick was stered all over his chest and his cor. His upper lip was particrly affected. Even


    the skin around it was tainted in a different hue.


    The bun I tied was so out of shape, it could be seen as a bird''s nest. My lipstick was smeared and my


    dress was disheveled. The fair skin on my chest was on public disy. I''d be aughing stock if I


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    When I fixed everything, 20 minutes had passed by. If we did not depart now, we would be veryte.


    Notifications kept popping up on Colin''s phone. They were messages to ask him to hurry up, no doubt.


    When we arrived, everyone was


    there. They greeted us with a smile and joked that since we came sote, we had to drink up as an


    apology. It was a decentlyrge group 13 of us, nine men and four women. The food we ordered was


    quickly served, and everyone was eager to dig in.


    Since Colin was the star of the party, he had to deliver a speech. He filled everyone''s sses and


    expressed his appreciation and gratitude for everyone''s hard work. Everyone clinked their sses and


    finished their drink.


    Meanwhile, I sat on the side with my orange juice, enjoying the merriment of the asion. As the


    stupor settled in, the night became livelier. Colin''s subordinates began to take turns to give him one


    toast after another.


    I could tell that the party was not just a celebratory dinner but also a party where they were trying to


    make Colin drunk. Perhaps Colin was very stern with them during the project. Making him drunk was


    their payback.


    I found it amusing that Colin was receiving hiseuppance from his colleagues and students.


    While he hardly drank, he could hold his drink very well. I had never seen him drunk before.


    Nevertheless, even someone with high alcohol tolerance would sumb when ten other people kept


    toasting to them.


    Colin knew what his peers wanted,


    and he indulged them. He never turned down any toasts. It was rude to turn them away. After two


    rounds, he became tipsy. His cheek flushed red, and his eyes turned glossy. He also began to slur.


    A female teacher who had previously said a toast to him twice came with a third ss. She offered her


    congrattions and clinked sses with him. Then, she gazed at Colin with a smile, waiting for him to


    finish his drink.