Chapter 899 I Want A Hug

"Could we drink some wine first? That would help to keep our bodies warm," Waverly said. "Oh, and since when did you become a drunkard? A French guest gave us a bottle of corridor wine back then. It was from 1986 and it's 40% alcohol. One moment, I'll bring it out now." Bellamy stood up. Waverly watched him leave. To think that she was able to enjoy a moment like this with him. She felt nothing but gratification.  Bellamy's barbecue rack was made of iron, and it appeared to be quite impressive. The firewood below was burning, while the layer above it was made of special charcoal. The layer above would be where they place their barbecue. Placing some chicken wings and kebabs there, she sprinkled some oil, cumin, salt, and a small amount of chili powder. She turned it around and repeated the action. Gradually, her body warmed up. She realized that not only did Bellamy bring her the wine, he even brought a mug along. "What's this for?" Waverly ask