She quickly finished the remaining champagne in her glass, and as a passing waiter brought another bottle of champagne, she took another glass and swiftly drank it as well. "Drink moderately, woman," a baritone voice spoke in front of her. "You might end up falling on the floor due to drunkenness. Your beautiful face would be a waste." Her eyes slightly blurred upon hearing his words. It was the same thing he said when they first met.