Quill was speechless.
He thought that he had heard Vera wrong.
Otherwise, how could the drunken girl in front of him make such a rude request?
After living for so many years, no woman had dared to say such words to him.
Quill's eyes darkened slightly as he looked at Vera, who had teary eyes, pitifully. Finally, he pursed his lips.
He misunderstood her.
She had even kissed him in secret before. Now that she was making such a request, how could he not do it?
"Are you going to kiss me?"
Just as he was thinking about it, Vera couldn't wait and urged him.
Quill was speechless again.
He stared helplessly at Vera, who was in front of him. He felt a little angry. "Can you still walk?"
"Are you kissing me or not?"
Quill decided not to ask further. Instead, he looked at her with his blazing dark eyes and then grabbed her slender arm with his large hand and pulled her up. His other hand was still holding the shoes that she had just removed from her feet.
"Ouch!"
He dragged Vera forward. When Vera took two steps forward, she suddenly screamed.
Quill turned around. "What's wrong?"
"My feet hurt!" Vera waved her toes at him. In fact, Quill didn't have to look at it to realize it. When she took off her shoes, he found that her foot was badly injured, but he didn't have the habit of carrying others.
Quill thought for a moment, then bent down and said, "Come on up."
"Huh?" Vera let out a weird exclamation and stared at his back for a moment. Suddenly, she gathered enough strength and jumped up on his back.
Vera was very light, thus she jumped onto his back agilely. Just as Quill wanted to stand up, Vera suddenly reached out, grabbed him by the neck and shouted, "Let's go home!"
Quill fought back the urge to throw her down and continued carrying her.
As Vera was drunk, she fumbled around a lot. Fortunately, Quill had good physical strength. Otherwise, both of them would have fallen down.
It took a lot of effort to carry her into the guest room. Quill's face was already ashen. Coincidentally, he bumped into the servant, who asked, "Sir, what's wrong with Miss Vera?"
"She drank too much." He explained calmly, "Help me get her in."
"Yes, Sir!"
The two servants quickly stepped forward and helped Vera into the room. Unexpectedly, Vera suddenly went crazy. "You, you come back!"
Quill tidied up his clothes and was just about to leave the moment she entered the room when she suddenly pointed at him and yelled, "You haven't kissed me yet!"
When the two servants heard this, they were stunned. They quickly looked at each other and froze on the spot.
Vera hooked her finger at Quill and ordered, "Come here."
The two servants who were holding her didn't know what they should do the next.
Quill was the owner of this house. They were used to obeying Quill's orders, thus before he spoke, they really didn't know what to do.
After a moment of silence, Quill pursed his lips and said in an aloof voice.
"Hurry up and bring her in, would you?"
The two servants froze for a moment before they suddenly came to their senses. "Yes, Sir. We'll take this young lady in right away."
Seeing that Quill was about to leave, Vera immediately became anxious. She pushed the hands of the two maids away and ran towards Quill.
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