Rosalie drank too much that night.

Byron carried her into the room like a princess.

She struggled for a bit, shouting that she had not showered yet. It was uncertain if she was conscious, but she stripped off her clothes and hobbled into the bathroom by herself.

Byron was worried that she would fall, so he went in to check.

As a result, Rosalie entangled herself around him like an octopus. Her gaze went blurry for a while, then it turned into the gaze of a hunter.

Byron was almost overwhelm