Now he knocked on the door, but he heard an unpleasant sound like a howling wolf inside, but he refused to open the door.
Wraith turned around and went back to his room to get the key to Emmaus's room. Fortunately, he had left one before, and it really came in handy today.
Entering Emmaus's room, he smelled the smell of alcohol. Wraith glanced at the imageless woman lying on her bed, and then at the two empty wine bottles on the ground. He understood that the girl was hiding and drinking by herself.
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"I've played with it." Wraith realized that she was like this because of her attitude.
He put the flowers in his hand on the window sill, turned around and couldn't help but lecture Emmaus, "It's really annoying to drink so much even if you don't have the capacity to drink."
Emmas opened her eyes drowsily and looked at Wraith. She felt like she had been caught doing something wrong. Suddenly she felt something was wrong. It was her birthday today and this man didn't take it seriously. Now he was teaching her a lesson.
She was angry, why should she suffer pitifully from his oppression, be swayed by his emotions, and getting drunk was her own business.
Drunk people are not afraid of trouble. Emmas tried her best to open her eyes, widened her eyes, and pointed at Wraith, "I want to sleep. Who told you to break into a woman's room without permission? Get out."
Get out?! Wraith's eyes are getting darker a little bit. This woman's drinking is as bad as ever. She used to tease him when she was drunk, but now she scolds him when she is drunk. Very, very good.
Emmas snorted in dissatisfaction and threw herself onto the soft bed again, lying in the middle with her whole body shapeless and burying her face in the quilt.
Wraith looked at a certain woman who was not drinking well in a depressed manner, and really had the urge to strangle her to death. He hoped that she would remember what she said today tomorrow, so that he could settle the score with him.
Wraith frowned and turned around, intending to get her a wet towel to wipe her face, but she didn't expect...
The face that had been buried under the quilt suddenly lifted up and looked evilly at the departing ghost. Do you want to leave like this?!
"Stop! Take off your clothes!"
At this moment, Emmas was still thinking that this man looked really good in a black shirt. Girl Emmas was so disappointed that she left a drop of saliva. The black shirt outlined his perfect figure. He looked really good.
"What are you looking at? I want you to take off your clothes." Emmaus emphasized domineeringly again.
Wraith turned around and looked at me with a frown, an incredulous expression on his face, and said in a deep voice, "Stop making trouble!"
"No matter what, take off your clothes for me!" What am I kidding about? I just want to see what's wrong with your figure? Why don't you celebrate your birthday with me and just take a look at your figure? Your body is so expensive
What.
Wraith just ignored me, just assumed that her wine was not good, and continued walking.
Miss Emmas was so emboldened by the wine that she became angry! He actually dared to ignore her. She staggered out of bed and rushed forward in three or two steps. She frowned and ordered, "Take off your clothes now!"
Wraith looked like he was too lazy to argue with her, and turned sideways to avoid her.
"If you don't want to take it off, I will take it off if you don't." She has made enough food and clothing by herself, and she has been self-reliant since she was a child.
Emmas stretched out her slender hands to undo the buttons on Wraith's chest. His body stiffened for a moment, and he pushed her white jade-like hands away and scolded in a hoarse voice: "I said stop making trouble.
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Regardless of his threatening drink, Emma ignored him and stared at what she saw with a pair of blurred drunken eyes. Because she drank too much, there were always a few shadows dangling in front of her eyes.
Even though she was dangling, her hands didn't stop, trying hard to unbutton Wraith's shirt.