Chapter 1: Drunkenness

Two figures overlapped in the dimly lit room.

The man with the delicate face lowered his eyes, his dark eyelashes hiding the emotions in his eyes, he lowered his eyes to look at the young girl, his voice low and husky, “Lia Wagner, tell me, who I am.”

The young girl's thick, curled eyelashes brushed against his skin as her thin white arms lifted up and gently hooked around his neck, the warmth of her breath brushing against it and the rich scent of wine following along as it wound its way up and into the tip of his nose.

In order to prevent her from falling, Matteo Schneider subconsciously held her waist.

The thin waist was so soft that it made the heart tremble.

His movement gave the other party an opportunity to take advantage of it, and the girl hooked her porcelain-white arm and leaned over unconsciously.

The warm touch came through the material of the garment, and it burned a little.

Matteo Schneider lowered his head, his own snow-white shirt had been left with scarlet hickeys.

The initiator hadn't realized what she had done.

Her eyes curved, and her soft, sweet voice was as sweet as if it had been dipped in a honey pot, “You're…Matteo Schneider...”

Those eyes staring at her suddenly became thick and obscure.

Matteo Schneider's shirt collar was pulled open, and the rolling beads of sweat on the cold white collarbone fell, and the young girl in his arms curled her white fingers slightly, and her eyes rippled with teardrops, as if she was about to cry, and she complained, “... hot.”

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The sky whitened and gradually a golden glow fell through the clouds.

Lia Wagner's head ached, and she raised her white soft fingers and rubbed her sore eyes, which had not yet fully opened, when fragments of last night scrambled into her head.

"She's just an adopted daughter. I don't take it seriously. A family like ours must find someone of equal status to marry."

Lia Wagner's movements paused for a moment, and the hand that had been rubbing her eyes re-descended.

She and Paul Mueller grew up together, she chased after him for more than ten years, no matter when or where, Paul Mueller could see her as soon as he turned his head, but yesterday she heard him mockingly say to the person beside her, "just an adopted daughter”.

Over the years, she followed him wherever he went, running errands and covering his homework when he was in school, and handling the company's business for him when he grew up ...

That she liked Paul Mueller was something that everyone knew, except Paul Mueller.

Only Paul Mueller, pretending not to know.

In his eyes, she is just “an adopted daughter”.

Sourness rushed to her eyes uncontrollably, along with the laughter of the group of people around him yesterday, with endless astringency.

Thoughts tumbled like a jumble of thoughts, slowly drowning her like a churning ocean wave.

Lia Wagner sank into the pillow, and everything around her felt airtight. The suffocating sensation of the sky spinning around her almost prevented her from breathing.

The suffocation came to an abrupt end when the gauzy curtains next to her were lifted, and clusters of light scrambled in.

A lazy, pleasant voice rang in her ears-  “Awake?”

Lia Wagner lifted her eyes suddenly to see a face of exquisite beauty.

The other party stood at the edge of the bed with his hands clasped on his chest, looking at her with downcast eyes, and that beautiful face suddenly gave a start as he looked at her and said “Miss Wagner, you're the one who raped of me, so I'm the one who should be upset now, aren't I?”

Lia Wagner's fingers pulled at the quilt, r...raped him?

Fragmented fragments of one section after another surfaced in front of the eyes, dim streetlamps, orange-flavored wine, she hooked the neck of others die not to let go, but also...also tilted her head back and bit on it.

Lia Wagner eyelashes are still hanging tears, her expression is stunned, the original sadness of the soft white face instantly climbed on the red.

Those blue, round, clear eyes instantly lifted, and their gaze accurately landed on the knot of that person's snow-white throat.

There, there was a light, pale pink teeth mark.

Lia Wagner uncontrollably scrutinized the knot of the throat, which was slightly raised like a work of art, and should have been glowing with a cold white light, but at this moment, because of that red mark, it seemed particularly loving.

Her fingers tightened slightly, her blue pupils gradually dilating.

That was her bite…She was the one who bit it last night.

Oooh…so offensive.

The person standing by the bedside hooked his crimson thin lips when he saw that she seemed to have remembered something:

“Miss Wagner.”

Lia Wagner raised her head awkwardly and met those narrow blue eyes.

His gaze seemed to be all burning, Lia Wagner subconsciously trembled her eyelashes.

While she looked at the other person, she tried to think, did she do anything more excessive last night besides hugging people's necks and not letting go, biting the knot of their throats, and kissing and kissing their faces...?

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