Chapter Fifty-Nine

Chapter Fifty-Nine.

Zen cursed loudly and wiped his mouth and lips.

"Eww." I muttered in disgust as I gently wiped my face covered with red bloody wine.

"What kind of wine is that!?" Zen shouted and glared at me. I winced at what he said because I really didn't know.

I know he tastes like water. I glared and Zen slightly lifted my hood to wipe my entire face.

"I do not know? That's why I told you to taste it!?” I uttered in a distasteful tone.

Zen stared at me as if I had gone mad and he slowly shook his disbelief. "Taste it if you like," he said as he shivered, probably remembering the awful taste of the wine.

He took out a handkerchief and spread his tongue out. He dabbed his handkerchief to his tongue as if he was cleaning it, trying to get rid of the lingering taste.

I just rolled my eyes and looked closely at the cork. The cork is a bit bigger than I usually see and a bit softer compared to others. No wonder Zen pulled it off easily even without a cork opener.

Zen looked at me an