After lying down for a long time, I sat up from the bed.
My head was still very dizzy and there was little strength left in me.
I was always very clear-headed every time
I was drunk, but my body could barely stand it now. That frustrated me a lot.
The bathroom door opened and Theo walked out draped in a bath towel.
He did not fully wipe his body dry, so there were still water droplets on his firm chest, making him look extraordinarily seductive.
Seeing that I was awake, he asked mildly," Do you still feel unwell?”
Why did the question sound so familiar?
I pursed my lips but made no reply.
I tried to push the covers aside and get out o f bed, but I later realized that I was not wearing anything. I widened my eyes and looked at Theo while saying furiously, “You rascal, Theo Grant! I was drunk and you-"
Theo sneered and asked with his eyebrows raised, "What did I do to you?"
I froze. From his reaction, it did not seem like he had done anything to me. I asked unsurely, "You didn't do that to me?"
Theo grabbed his towel and continued to wipe his hair, saying while wiping, "Do what to you?”
He clearly knew what I was referring to yet chose to act dumb. What a despicable man.
I refused to let him continue toying with m e and did not dwell on this issue much longer. Instead, I asked mildly, "Where are my clothes?”
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