"Do we even need to ask? Look at Vivian's lips, we all know she's probably been secretly feeding Jason lipstick again."
Amid the lively atmosphere, Vivian lightly smiled as she scanned the room.
When she realized I wasn’t there, the curve of her lips gradually faded.
After a few rounds of drinks, someone, with a loose tongue, casually mentioned, "What time is it and our male pet still hasn’t made an appearance?"
The atmosphere in the room suddenly chilled.
Taking a small sip of whiskey, Vivian, with a smile that was neither here nor there, asked the person, "Oh? You seem to care quite a bit about Ethan?"
"No, no, I just remembered last year when you made us force Ethan to drink, all the way until he vomited bile... It was, uh, pretty funny..."
Upon hearing this, Jason called over the waiter, instructing them to play last year’s video of me drunkenly making a fool of myself on the big screen, the footage rolling in the background.
As laughter echoed from the group of friends, Vivian expressionlessly sent a message. [Ethan, where are you?]
The sudden appearance of a red dot made the woman instinctively blink twice, doubting whether she had seen it correctly.
Jason asked her what was wrong.