How had things come to this? She began to worry belatedly. What was her aunt doing now? What about Count Ermeintz?…… He must have been furious.
She was afraid of the aftermath, but at the moment, she had no time to think of anything else because of the man before her eyes.
‘…To go to such lengths to help me.’
It could have been a problem easily ignored.
If they were worried about a suicide at the tower, they wouldn’t have gone to this inconvenient length; they could have just driven me out of the tower…
To help, while bearing the shame of suspicion. That confident appearance, as if there was nothing to fear, was very cool.
‘Like a savior… If it hadn’t been for this person, I would now…’
I would have been dead already.
Wouldn’t my name have been splendidly adorned on the front page of the newspaper the next day?
With a headline saying that a woman of unknown noble origin had jumped to her death from the Horizon.
Only the sound of alcohol passing down the throat intermittently broke the silence. Those who were unacquainted didn’t have much to talk about.
So, perhaps, the alcohol went down even better. All they could do was sit quietly and drink, making awkwardness their side dish.
So they continued to drink. Sleep would have been nice, but it didn’t come, and as time passed, the rising intoxication made the mood better, so they could not but reach for more alcohol.
‘It feels good.’
Perhaps it was because of the forced drinking to overcome awkwardness.
The drunkenness had risen considerably.
The hot sensation enveloping the whole body, the heartbeat beating a little faster than usual. The bitter feeling spreading in the mouth, the burning throat. The faint feeling as if one would lose consciousness at any moment.
With the drunkenness rising, the tension relaxed.
Could the mood be this good? It seemed impossible. That a person could laugh and giggle for no reason at all.
Whatever happened in the future, it seemed alright with this mood. It felt like all the worries, anxieties, and stress of the past had all flown away.
In such a joyful mood, Riley looked at the man in front of her. The slightly flushed red cheeks gave the impression that he too was considerably drunk.
Riley blinked her eyes and looked at the man in front of her.
With the soft lighting of the room behind him, the leisurely sight of him drinking was reminiscent of a piece of art, so beautiful.
So different in appearance that it was hard to believe they were the same person.
The sight of the man, wearing only a gown, lightly shaking a glass of alcohol with his long white fingers, where the veins stood out, was more visually stimulating than anything else.
As Riley stared at him, entranced, a very reckless question sprang into her mind.
“…Excuse me.”
“?”
“Can I ask you something?”
“Please do.”
At Gibnen’s words, Riley threw the reckless question she had kept within her.
“…Will you do it with me?”
It was a fragile question that couldn’t have been asked if she hadn’t been drunk. A question that could only be asked because she was half out of her mind with alcohol.
Bombarded with the question, Gibnen put down the glass he was holding and stared at Riley.
“Well, maybe.”
In Gibnen’s sight, Riley’s sensual posture caught his eye.
The white flesh glimpsed between the white shower gown, the tempting wet hair that had not completely dried, the flush on the white cheeks. The scent of soap that teased the tip of his nose every time she moved.
If he had been sober, he would have let these little details pass without a thought.
Expensive alcohol, a hotel room, and two drunken people. Up until the dim dawn when the moonlight shone.
Not, no, it was a rather good combination.
In truth, he had not brought the woman in front of him here to do something immediately. Even just thirty minutes ago, the idea of sleeping with this woman had not crossed his mind.
But was drunkenness from overdrinking the problem?
It would have been nice if she had said nothing at all, but when she threw such a fragile question…
“Do you want to?”
It might have been natural for a desire to arise that wasn’t there before.
Alcohol has killed many people in human history, but at the same time, it has given birth to many. The socalled unexpected accidents, a onetime mistake, the life that comes in this way. Is it not a common accident that anyone can experience at least once in their life?
Regrettably, the men and women staying in a hotel room now were in a “drunken” state, each with their circumstances, and were very young. It’s a statement of an age in full vigor.
So for various reasons, a regrettable “accident” was on the verge of happening here now.
The intoxication that ruled the brain whispered to the men and women precariously standing on a perilous line.
Forget everything that complicates the mind today, only be loyal to the pleasant feelings now, the sensation now, the instincts and excitement now!
“Alright.”
The urge to escape from the tedious reality, even for a moment.
Ironically, this impulse united Riley and Gibnen. An opportunity for the frustrating heart, which had been tormented in controlled daily life, to be liberated.
A given deviation without any control device. It was enough to become an unbridled horse.
Lips and lips touched simultaneously. They embraced each other, and without any consideration of who was first, moved to the soft bed. Swiftly, the robe covering the body slid down under the dim lighting, and Gibnen’s solid chest muscles were revealed.
With the feeling of the bed turning off, Riley felt the soft sensation touching her back and the heavy weight pressing down on her from above simultaneously, staring at the dazzling face of the man on top of her.
Everywhere his fingertips, the tip of his lips touched, she felt a tingling sensation of electricity. A pleasure she had never felt before in her life. A thrilling shiver. A warm heat that calmed the heart.
Her mind was dazed with passionate excitement.
Thud, reason was severed.
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced
