Chapter 292: Poetry!

Ella had to remember Arthur's warnings; she couldn't touch alcohol.

However, Sally Jefferson disdainfully suggested, "Ella, you're already over eighteen, right? You're an adult, what's wrong with drinking a little? I'm not asking you to drink poison."

Saying this, Sally shoved a glass of draft beer into her hands.

Helplessly holding the beer glass, Ella heard a crisp voice from her ring space, "Master~ if you don't want to drink, you can pour it into the space~ she can't see that~"

"Yes indeed!"

Ella was reminded by Davies' words.

She had the ring space to help her!

"Ella, I'll toast to you first." Sally's lips barely parted, she threw back her head, and a glass of beer went down her throat.

Ella imitated her, not taking a breather. However, none of the beer in her mouth had dripped into her belly; instead, it had conveniently transferred into the ring space.

In other words, her physical body was drinking, but her soul spat the beer into the space.