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 overwhelmed but immediately reciprocated her advances.

...

When Rosalie woke up the next day, she felt a throbbing in her temples, and her body seemed to be falling apart.

‘Did I get blackout drunk last night?

‘In the end, I managed to get back to my room. But how did I take a shower?’

She thought hard. Byron had already brought a cup of warm milk over, and he had an incomprehensible smile on the corner of his mouth.

Although Byron had already had a taste, the experience last night left him unsatis