"If I had known, I wouldn't have asked you," Sabrina was embarrassed. "I remember what happened to me in that dream, but I don't even know who the man I was with. Brother Arka, if I were drunk, what would you do to me?"
Arka's hands abruptly stopped moving. His hand unknowingly gripped the ripe blueberry in his palm so hard that the purplish-blue juice burst out and stained his white shirt.
"Careful. Ripe blueberries are delicate," Sabrina immediately took a wet tissue from her bag and cleaned the blueberry juice that stained Arka's clothes.
However, the more she tried to clean it, the more the purplish blue color spread so the stain became bigger.
"Oh, I didn't mean it like this. What should I do now?" Sabrina scratched her head in embarrassment.
Arka held her tiny hand and smiled. "It's okay. I'll change my clothes later."
"You have not answered my question. If I got drunk, what would you do to me?"