CHAPTER 49: CHAPTER 28: WATER OF LIFE (PART 2)

"Ah... really? The most expensive gift for Summer, and then sell it for money? But, you know, the most expensive is the only limited edition in the world. If you sell it, you can’t buy it back." Artie Vaughn looked seriously pained.

What she was pained by wasn’t the money, but the uniqueness about to leave her.

A faint, barely noticeable smile crossed Summer Fairmont’s face.

Artie’s seriously pained look was probably like the day when warm sunshine melts the icy glacier of the soul.

Artie quickly realized her mistake and, with a face full of grievance as if she had been deceived, pouted and glared at Summer Fairmont: "Oh Summer, you’re so annoying, teasing me on purpose and making me sad for a long, long, looooong time!"

Summer Fairmont’s micro-expressions are hard for ordinary people to catch, but The Pouting Siren is definitely not an ordinary person in Summer Fairmont’s world.

"Five seconds." Summer Fairmont precisely calculated the duration of "a long, long, looooong time."

"Oh Summer~~ you’re really so so annoying~~"

Artie’s way of finding Summer annoying was a bit special—grabbing onto Summer’s arm and leaning her whole head on Summer’s shoulder.

"Your mom." Summer Fairmont’s minimalist language style occasionally sounds like an insult.

Yet, The Pouting Siren said even adverbs like "so" in reduplication, making it hard not to think of the term "madam."

"Oh Summer~~ you’re really really really so annoying, Summer even learned to dislike me."

If the reduplication of two "so"s was ambiguous, then using three.

"Bath." Summer Fairmont decided to change the subject to prevent Artie from bringing out "really really really really."

"Oh right, Summer, you’ve been flying all day, and right after landing, without even eating, you were dragged to the hospital by me. Let me take you to your room; Mom just told me she has prepared a surprise for you!"

Artie pulled Summer Fairmont at a quick pace to the elevator, the kind that goes from the third floor to the second.

As it turned out, if Summer Fairmont hadn’t held on, The Falling Siren almost tripped and fell.

The surprise Talia Tate prepared for Summer Fairmont, according to Artie, was quite "surprising."

Upon entering, a dozen bottles of vodka were displayed on the iconic Hermes orange bedding.

It wasn’t surprising for Talia Tate to prepare alcohol for Summer Fairmont, but preparing a dozen was a bit much.

There’s nothing wrong with the quantity; the truly surprising part was that Talia Tate prepared the crazy Polish vodka—Spirytus— with an alcohol content of 96% "Water of Life" for Summer Fairmont.

Probably Talia often heard Artie talk about Summer Fairmont’s life philosophy—drink the strongest alcohol, live the coolest life.

Even medical alcohol hand sanitizer contains only 75% alcohol.

96%. Twelve bottles.

Whether compared by degree or quantity, it was something The Pouting Siren’s toxic trio couldn’t compete with.

Crazy Polish vodka exists for mixing, not for direct drinking.

Even if you indeed drink it, it can only be a small sip.

Feel that crazy sensation where the moisture from your lips is instantly drawn out.

This kind of vodka, if chugged, will cause problems regardless of your drinking capacity.

A dozen. 96%. Vodka.

Talia Tate’s hospitality matched the alcohol content of the Water of Life.

"Try it after the bath." Summer Fairmont responded to Talia’s "high-concentration" surprise with four words.

Drinking spirits of over sixty degrees was no pressure for Summer Fairmont, but she had never accepted the challenge of drinking 96% pure alcohol.

"Oh, does Summer want me to accompany you for a bath?" The Pouting Siren wouldn’t deserve her title if she didn’t act up every second.

Summer Fairmont glanced at Artie.

Serious.

Solemn.

Then she replied to Artie with a blank expression: "Yes."

"Oh~~ Summer, you’re so wicked! So all along, Summer has been having fantasies about me? I’m going to tell my mom!" Artie made a gesture of tightening her coat, arms crossed over her chest.

Even though, she wasn’t wearing a coat at all.

After the drama, Artie used the room’s smart door access to connect to the butler’s mobile device: "Could you please turn on the hot spring in-room system and have someone come over to prepare the bathwater."

The Pouting Siren rarely spoke like a normal twenty-three-year-old girl.

Ever since she learned that Summer Fairmont bought a ticket back home, Artie began moving things she regularly used into the guest room prepared for Summer Fairmont.

A full set of Hermes Eau d’Orange Verte fragrance bath amenities, Hermes Iskender glasses, Hermes towels, Hermes bathrobes...

Only lacking the Hermes Birkin bag to complete Summer Fairmont’s experience.

Because she knew Summer Fairmont didn’t like pink, she ultimately gave up.

Summer Fairmont finished her bath in just five minutes.

She had no intention of soaking in the hot spring for at least half an hour like Artie.

Bathing was merely for cleanliness.

In Summer Fairmont’s world, long bath soaks did nothing more than waste time and didn’t upgrade cleanliness.

Artie said they’d call her up for supper later, so Summer Fairmont took the opportunity to try a glass of "Water of Life."

The sensation burning from the mouth down to the stomach was quite unique.

It wasn’t quite like the imagined feeling of being punched in the stomach.

So, Summer Fairmont poured another glass.

If calculated by normal vodka diluted with half water, the amount she drank was less than half a bottle, yet felt strangely like drinking two bottles of Whiskey.

Summer Fairmont enjoyed this feeling but didn’t wish for anyone else to witness her in this state.

So far, no one had actually seen her truly drunk.

Just like now, before completely passing out, Summer Fairmont had the presence of mind to decide to go to bed.

She didn’t drink much today, it was just a bit too strong, and she’d sober up entirely in at most half an hour.

When Summer Fairmont awoke and went to the first floor, she found four people waiting in the dining room.