Chapter 42
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However, not long after, I felt my body becoming restless. I couldn’t help but wriggle against his body to alleviate the discomfort.
What kind of alcohol was this? Why did it have such a strong aftereffect?
My consciousness became increasingly muddled. I couldn’t even remember who the person hugging me was.
“Don’t move.” I heard a voice say.
This time, I didn’t want to listen to him anymore. I felt like my body was on fire. I struggled even more violently. “Let me go. Let me down. I want water…”
“I told you not to move!” that person said through gritted teeth. I felt wronged and shrank back into his embrace, but my body was really hot and uncomfortable. Why was I still being scolded? This person was a bully and completely unreasonable. Yet, why was I so reluctant to leave his embrace?
“You look like that b*stard,” I whispered. “He’s always controlling me and won’t let me do anything. He even threatened me and left me here alone. He’s just a human. What’s there to like…”
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I felt dizzier and dizzier, and my voice became softer and softer. I felt as if I had landed on a piece of cotton. My surroundings were soft, and the pleasant smell still enveloped me. I closed my eyes and mumbled, “Don’t go. Stay.”
“I’ll get you some water.”
“Oh… Don’t go…” I tugged at his clothes and said.
“Do you still know who I am? You want me to stay?” the person asked.
“…”
My consciousness was sinking into the soft cotton with my body. I wanted to sink and fall asleep. Why was this person still talking to me?
“Say it. Who am I?”
The person pinched my face. I felt pain and had to force open my eyes, but I still couldn’t see anything clearly. What did he ask me? Who was he?
How would I know? I only knew that he smelled so good that I wanted to keep him. So good that no matter what he did to me, I was willing to accept it. Even if he hurt me, I would stay by his side.
I said, “You smell so good. Don’t go. I want you, Michael…”
I felt that person finally let go of his hand. He immediately turned over and buried himself in the cotton. He pinched me so hard that it hurt. He was indeed a bad person.
“Michael…”
With my last shred of consciousness and murmuring, I finally sank into the deep sea. In a place I couldn’t see, Michael stayed silently by my bed for a long time.
I would never know that on this night, when I was unconscious, Michael looked at me with a gentle and calm gaze. The love in his eyes looked as if I was the only one for him.
He was a fierce beast, but now he was as gentle and forgiving as the moonlight. He was like a dragon, guarding his hard-won treasure. Although the dragon rarely left the guarded treasure, but the dragon was not bound by the treasure and didn’t have to stay with it forever.
When I woke up again, the first thing I felt was a severe headache. I had never had a hangover like this, except for a headache, and I didn’t have any energy in me at all.
Damn it! What kind of alcohol did I drink last night? Werewolves had a high tolerance for alcohol, and it was hard to get drunk. That green bottle looked ordinary, but it was incredibly strong. I even feel the effects of alcohol hadn’t completely dissipated until now, and my mind was still a little hazy.
I sat up, rubbed my eyes, and was surprised to find myself in Michael’s room. My last conscious moment was at the bar next to the liquor cabinet. How did I get back here?
I looked around the room. There was no sign of Michael. I vaguely remembered someone coming to the bar at the end, and I couldn’t remember anything after that. Was that Michael? Did he carry me back?
I scratched my head in frustration. It was stupid of me to get drunk because of him. I didn’t want him to see me like this.
I took a deep breath. Now that Michael wasn’t here, I wanted to forget about it. I looked for my phone by the bed. Yesterday was the last day of my grounding. Today, I had to go back to school.
I jumped out of bed barefoot and tried to wash up. But as I stood at the mirror in the bathroom, I noticed something else that was horrifying. I was wearing nothing but a shirt and a pair of underwear.
The shirt was so large that it completely covered my thighs. It was obviously not my shirt. I had changed out of the outfit I was wearing to go out with Sasha yesterday before I had a drink at the bar. So who changed me?
I stared at myself in the mirror, wide-eyed. I didn’t think I’d remember to change in the state I was in. Though I could vaguely guess the owner of the shirt from the scent.
‘What had I done yesterday? How could I face Michael after what had happened?’ I thought desperately.
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However, not long after, I felt my body becoming restless. I couldn’t help but wriggle against his body to alleviate the discomfort.
What kind of alcohol was this? Why did it have such a strong aftereffect?
My consciousness became increasingly muddled. I couldn’t even remember who the person hugging me was.
“Don’t move.” I heard a voice say.
This time, I didn’t want to listen to him anymore. I felt like my body was on fire. I struggled even more violently. “Let me go. Let me down. I want water…”
“I told you not to move!” that person said through gritted teeth. I felt wronged and shrank back into his embrace, but my body was really hot and uncomfortable. Why was I still being scolded? This person was a bully and completely unreasonable. Yet, why was I so reluctant to leave his embrace?
“You look like that b*stard,” I whispered. “He’s always controlling me and won’t let me do anything. He even threatened me and left me here alone. He’s just a human. What’s there to like…”
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I felt dizzier and dizzier, and my voice became softer and softer. I felt as if I had landed on a piece of cotton. My surroundings were soft, and the pleasant smell still enveloped me. I closed my eyes and mumbled, “Don’t go. Stay.”
“I’ll get you some water.”
“Oh… Don’t go…” I tugged at his clothes and said.
“Do you still know who I am? You want me to stay?” the person asked.
“…”
My consciousness was sinking into the soft cotton with my body. I wanted to sink and fall asleep. Why was this person still talking to me?
“Say it. Who am I?”
The person pinched my face. I felt pain and had to force open my eyes, but I still couldn’t see anything clearly. What did he ask me? Who was he?
How would I know? I only knew that he smelled so good that I wanted to keep him. So good that no matter what he did to me, I was willing to accept it. Even if he hurt me, I would stay by his side.
I said, “You smell so good. Don’t go. I want you, Michael…”
I felt that person finally let go of his hand. He immediately turned over and buried himself in the cotton. He pinched me so hard that it hurt. He was indeed a bad person.
“Michael…”
With my last shred of consciousness and murmuring, I finally sank into the deep sea. In a place I couldn’t see, Michael stayed silently by my bed for a long time.
I would never know that on this night, when I was unconscious, Michael looked at me with a gentle and calm gaze. The love in his eyes looked as if I was the only one for him.
He was a fierce beast, but now he was as gentle and forgiving as the moonlight. He was like a dragon, guarding his hard-won treasure. Although the dragon rarely left the guarded treasure, but the dragon was not bound by the treasure and didn’t have to stay with it forever.
When I woke up again, the first thing I felt was a severe headache. I had never had a hangover like this, except for a headache, and I didn’t have any energy in me at all.
Damn it! What kind of alcohol did I drink last night? Werewolves had a high tolerance for alcohol, and it was hard to get drunk. That green bottle looked ordinary, but it was incredibly strong. I even feel the effects of alcohol hadn’t completely dissipated until now, and my mind was still a little hazy.
I sat up, rubbed my eyes, and was surprised to find myself in Michael’s room. My last conscious moment was at the bar next to the liquor cabinet. How did I get back here?
I looked around the room. There was no sign of Michael. I vaguely remembered someone coming to the bar at the end, and I couldn’t remember anything after that. Was that Michael? Did he carry me back?
I scratched my head in frustration. It was stupid of me to get drunk because of him. I didn’t want him to see me like this.
I took a deep breath. Now that Michael wasn’t here, I wanted to forget about it. I looked for my phone by the bed. Yesterday was the last day of my grounding. Today, I had to go back to school.
I jumped out of bed barefoot and tried to wash up. But as I stood at the mirror in the bathroom, I noticed something else that was horrifying. I was wearing nothing but a shirt and a pair of underwear.
The shirt was so large that it completely covered my thighs. It was obviously not my shirt. I had changed out of the outfit I was wearing to go out with Sasha yesterday before I had a drink at the bar. So who changed me?
I stared at myself in the mirror, wide-eyed. I didn’t think I’d remember to change in the state I was in. Though I could vaguely guess the owner of the shirt from the scent.
‘What had I done yesterday? How could I face Michael after what had happened?’ I thought desperately.
However, not long after, I felt my body becoming restless. I couldn't help but wriggle against his body to alleviate the discomfort.What kind of alcohol was this? Why did it have such a strong aftereffect?My consciousness became increasingly muddled. I couldn't even remember who the person hugging me was.Don't move. I heard a voice say.This time, I didn't want to listen to him anymore. I felt like my body was on fire. I struggled even more violently. Let me go. Let me down. I want waterI told you not to move! that person said through gritted teeth. I felt wronged and shrank back into his embrace, but my body was really hot and uncomfortable. Why was I still being scolded? This person was a bully and completely unreasonable. Yet, why was I so reluctant to leave his embrace?You look like that b*stard, I whispered. He's always controlling me and won't let me do anything. He even threatened me and left me here alone. He's just a human. What's there to likeSupport our VipnovelcomI felt dizzier and dizzier, and my voice became softer and softer. I felt as if I had landed on a piece of cotton. My surroundings were soft, and the pleasant smell still enveloped me. I closed my eyes and mumbled, Don't go. Stay.I'll get you some water.Oh Don't go I tugged at his clothes and said.Do you still know who I am? You want me to stay? the person asked.My consciousness was sinking into the soft cotton with my body. I wanted to sink and fall asleep. Why was this person still talking to me?Say it. Who am I?The person pinched my face. I felt pain and had to force open my eyes, but I still couldn't see anything clearly. What did he ask me? Who was he?How would I know? I only knew that he smelled so good that I wanted to keep him. So good that no matter what he did to me, I was willing to accept it. Even if he hurt me, I would stay by his side.I said, You smell so good. Don't go. I want you, MichaelI felt that person finally let go of his hand. He immediately turned over and buried himself in the cotton. He pinched me so hard that it hurt. He was indeed a bad person.MichaelWith my last shred of consciousness and murmuring, I finally sank into the deep sea. In a place I couldn't see, Michael stayed silently by my bed for a long time.I would never know that on this night, when I was unconscious, Michael looked at me with a gentle and calm gaze. The love in his eyes looked as if I was the only one for him.He was a fierce beast, but now he was as gentle and forgiving as the moonlight. He was like a dragon, guarding his hard-won treasure. Although the dragon rarely left the guarded treasure, but the dragon was not bound by the treasure and didn't have to stay with it forever.When I woke up again, the first thing I felt was a severe headache. I had never had a hangover like this, except for a headache, and I didn't have any energy in me at all.Damn it! What kind of alcohol did I drink last night? Werewolves had a high tolerance for alcohol, and it was hard to get drunk. That green bottle looked ordinary, but it was incredibly strong. I even feel the effects of alcohol hadn't completely dissipated until now, and my mind was still a little hazy.I sat up, rubbed my eyes, and was surprised to find myself in Michael's room. My last conscious moment was at the bar next to the liquor cabinet. How did I get back here?I looked around the room. There was no sign of Michael. I vaguely remembered someone coming to the bar at the end, and I couldn't remember anything after that. Was that Michael? Did he carry me back?I scratched my head in frustration. It was stupid of me to get drunk because of him. I didn't want him to see me like this.I took a deep breath. Now that Michael wasn't here, I wanted to forget about it. I looked for my phone by the bed. Yesterday was the last day of my grounding. Today, I had to go back to school.I jumped out of bed barefoot and tried to wash up. But as I stood at the mirror in the bathroom, I noticed something else that was horrifying. I was wearing nothing but a shirt and a pair of underwear.The shirt was so large that it completely covered my thighs. It was obviously not my shirt. I had changed out of the outfit I was wearing to go out with Sasha yesterday before I had a drink at the bar. So who changed me?I stared at myself in the mirror, wide-eyed. I didn't think I'd remember to change in the state I was in. Though I could vaguely guess the owner of the shirt from the scent.What had I done yesterday? How could I face Michael after what had happened?' I thought desperately.
