In this tense moment of mutual probing, Enzo's mouth also carried a smile, and Alessia didn't feel any danger from him. Alessia didn't look away or speak, neither admitting nor denying. They maintained this posture for about a minute, and in the end, Enzo was the first to straighten up and step back. He poured himself another glass of wine, drank it in one go, and when he looked at Alessia again, a layer of mist had covered his eyes. Now it was clear that Enzo, even if not completely drunk, was at least quite intoxicated. He rubbed his very short-cropped hair, hands in his pockets, and coolly said to Alessia, "Sia, since you're at my house and haven't seen the rooms yet, come on, let me show you around." With that, he twisted and turned, leading the way ahead. Alessia had come tonight with a purpose, no matter what Enzo wanted to do.
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