Yana, being very sensible, didn't press further. Yasmin was obviously intoxicated—her words were incoherent and her voice slightly slurred. When she had returned from the toilet moments earlier, she had been staggering and nearly bumped into someone.
After Ryan finished the call, he said softly, "Teacher Yasmin, you're drunk. Let's go to rest!"
"I'm not drunk, I can still drink!" she insisted.
"Okay, I'll order some wine to be sent to the room."
Yasmin appeared determined to drink herself into oblivion, so Ryan quickly helped her out of the restaurant. Tina accompanied her to the elevator and asked softly, "Do you need help?"
Ryan took the room card she handed him and said with a smile, "No need, I can do it myself."
As he accepted it, her delicate fingers grazed his palm, sending a tingling sensation through him—a clear hint of teasing.
