"You-approached with intricate plans, what exactly is your intention? Do you want... to dig out my heart? To take my lungs? Or... do you want to drain, drain my blood?"
My vision was blurry, not seeing clearly, but I felt like Daniel Carter’s handso face was frozen, looking at utterly amused, staying still.
After a long ti, he asked with an extrely surprising tone, "I’m not a butcher. Why would I want to dig out hearts, lungs, and drain blood?"
"That’s a question for you... How would I know? You’re acting strange, and your mother is strange too... You both are inexplicably kind to ; it’s terrifying—" I shook my head, waved my hand weakly, muttering, "Terrifying..."
Daniel Carter asked, "So you think we are kind to you because we want to take your organs, drain your blood, and that’s why you suddenly distanced yourself from ?"
I leaned softly on the sofa, answered in a muffled voice, "No... not entirely... You are so good at bewitching people’s hearts; it’s too dangerous..."
Daniel Carter chuckled indulgently and countered, "What did I do that would be considered dangerous? You tried to force a kiss on in the car earlier, but I dodged; maybe you’re the dangerous one?"
"No, I am not dangerous... I’m just a pushover, anyone can bully, anyone can pinch and trample—" I recalled my own tragic circumstances and murmured to myself.
"Well, no more, Lily Miller... If you want, I will protect you from now on." Daniel Carter looked at and said solemnly.
Then I asked again, "So why exactly... do you want to be kind to , protect ?"
Daniel Carter slightly turned around, looked at seriously, and asked, "Lily Miller, do you really not rember at all?"
I replied, "Of course I rember... you are Daniel Carter, Second Master Carter, high above... just like The Exile in the sky, sigh... we ordinary people can’t compare..."
Daniel Carter sighed helplessly, "Never mind, you’re so drunk, and I’m still hoping you’d rember ."
Half awake, half asleep, I kept babbling.
Daniel Carter stood up and walked away, soon ca back with a blanket in hand.
"Lily Miller, you’re reeking of alcohol, don’t sleep on the bed, make do with the sofa for the night."
He spoke, but to , it sounded like mosquito buzzes, indistinct, not responding.
I felt him lay down, helped take off my shoes, and stretched out on the sofa.
He bent down and carefully draped the blanket over .
When the blanket reached my shoulders, I instinctively opened my eyes and smiled, "You’re really handso... so handso that one wants to kiss..."
Then the hand holding the blanket suddenly froze.
"Do you want to try?"
"Yes."
It’s in human nature to appreciate beauty.
It’s natural to desire pleasure.
Intoxicated, I had lost all reason, my most primal desires released.
I returned to that dream, where I kissed Daniel Carter.
Only this ti, the sensation was more real, more intoxicating.
I kept kissing and babbling my comntary, "Your lips... so soft, like jelly—if only I could kiss them daily, that would be great..."
"Lily Miller, do you know what you’re doing?" The man’s voice was low and husky, as if restraining sothing.
"Of course I know... It’s not the first ti; we’re married... A kiss is nothing—"
"Is it? A kiss is nothing? Then I won’t hold back."
Daniel Carter’s words seed to break free from moral constraints.
I felt a shadow pressing down on , the fresh and rich scent of forest enveloping —
Yet, at that mont, a wave of nausea surged.
"Ugh!" My whole body rose like a wave, and the figure quickly pulled a trash can to catch it.
I vomited so fiercely, the whole world spinning.
After vomiting, I was like an empty shell, completely falling asleep...
What happened next, I didn’t know.
I vaguely rember vomiting a couple more tis.
I never noticed when the man taking care of left.
After days of insomnia, even sleeping pills couldn’t bring rest.
That night, under the influence of alcohol, I slept like a dead pig.
Until the sun reached high midday, and I fell from the sofa when turning over, waking up abruptly from a heavy dream.
I sat on the ground, bewildered, glanced around, feeling my brain had evaporated.
Trying to recall last night’s events, I only rembered Wennie Lane organized a birthday party for and invited a bunch of younger guys to liven up the party.
Everyone was having fun, drinking obliviously.
I have no mory of what happened afterward or how I got ho.
But I vaguely rember seeing Daniel Carter again and snuggling, kissing him.
No doubt, I was dreaming again.
So, this is what blackout drinking feels like.
Like the mory in my brain was rebooted.
My head throbbed painfully as I struggled to get up from the floor, my body feeling like it was falling apart, slumping on the sofa, dazed.
The phone rang, awakening my muddled mind.
I reached for my bag, found my phone; it’s an assistant calling.
"Hello... Cherry, yeah... I’m not feeling well, resting half the morning, yeah, I’ll talk again this afternoon, okay, bye-bye..."
After hanging up, I realized there were six or seven missed calls.
Cherry’s, Wennie Lane’s, company departnt executives’, and Jason Miller’s...
Jason Miller?
I suddenly rembered, it’s Monday; according to Jason Miller, there was a scheduled board eting this morning to announce my shareholding and control over the company.
Seems it needs to be rescheduled.
Opening WeChat, there were loads of unread ssages.
Checked the ti; it was ten thirty; it’s no wonder everyone was worried, having been out of contact for so long.
The group of girlfriends from last night had a group chat, over 500 unread ssages.
As I opened it, it was all last night’s crazy party videos and photos.
Scrolling through them, my face turned more... cracked.
Oh my, was I that crazy last night?
Actually snuggling those younger guys, singing, dancing, and even lining them up to sar cream on them one by one?
Even through the phone screen, and even though I was alone at ho, I felt the embarrassnt to the point of curling my toes, covering my face, not daring to look any further.
It was utterly disgraceful and indecent.
They were chatting in the group, saying because I hadn’t stirred, I must still be sleeping, so suggesting whether to check on at ho...
How could I face people, so I promptly popped up in the group chat.
[I’m awake, no need to worry, everyone.]
Once I appeared, Nora Saunders and the others imdiately @ , urging to review last night’s videos and photos, to keep them for later rembrance.
I was too embarrassed to reply, using a hangover headache as an excuse, asserting I need to sleep more, opting out of group chat.
After lying on the sofa for a while, I couldn’t stand the stench of alcohol on and got up to shower.
Once refreshed, I went to the table to pour water to drink.
Then I noticed a paper pinned under the kettle.
Pausing, I picked it up and examined it closely, suddenly struck by thunder!
[Kitchen has hangover tea and plain congee, eat so after waking, don’t go hungry.]
A strong sentence.
Signed, Daniel Carter.
What? Daniel Carter!!!
Staring at those words, my already muddled brain was shocked into complete disarray!
Only after a while did the buzzing chaos in my head slightly quiet down.
How could it be? Did Daniel Carter really co last night?
Was it him who brought ho?
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