137 Because I'm not your average guy

"Ah, welcome to my place. No beer, no wine, in short, no alcohol."

As Sam opened the door and walked into his room with the young woman behind him.

Mia, hearing his words, couldn't help but feel both amused and slightly irritated.

"Why would you say that? I'm not an alcoholic. I've already had enough to drink earlier. I don't crave alcohol that much."

Sam, while taking out chilled water from the fridge, muttered softly, "Who knows? It seems to me you spend at least five days a week drinking."

Mia widened her eyes in surprise.

"Don't spread rumors. At most, it's four days. And I play tennis occasionally, you know."

"Am I supposed to praise you for that?"

Sam shrugged nonchalantly and then casually took a seat on the sofa.

Mia, while examining Sam's room, said, "You're still young, you understand nothing. Being an adult comes with a lot of pressure. How can one relieve stress without a bit of alcohol..."