Christine White fanned the wind in front of her nose as she made her way toward the bed.
The man on the bed was, as Aunt Lucy had said, completely asleep, no more shouting from his lips, just a tight frown that showed that he had slept uncomfortably.
“Ma’am, this is sir’s sobering soup, do you want to get him up and give it to him?” Aunt Lucy’s voice sounded behind her.
Christine White looked back as Aunt Lucy walked in with a bowl.
“No, let him sleep like that, wake him up, I won’t be able to leave in a while.”
Aunt Lucy placed the sobering soup on the bedside and looked at her in surprise, “What? You’re leaving later?”
Christine White nodded.
“But it’s the middle of the night …”
“Alright Aunt Lucy, you go out first, I’ll change his clothes, he stinks all over.” Not wanting to hear Aunt Lucy’s words of retention, Christine White directly cut her off.
Aunt Lucy had no choice but to sigh and nod her head and go out.
The door slammed back shut and the room became quiet once more, with only two shallow breaths audible.
Christine White looked over at Baird Lane on the bed, then bent down and touched his forehead, and when she realized it wasn’t hot, she gave a faintly inaccessible sigh of relief and lifted her feet to go to the bathroom to get some water.
Getting a tub of hot water out, Christine White rolled up her sleeves and sat down on the edge of the bed, then reached out to undress Baird Lane.
The clothes on his body had become wrinkled, and there was some vomit stuck on it, which made people frown when they looked at it, and the smell was also extremely unpleasant.
Christine White has never seen such a messy Baird Lane before, and I don’t know why on earth he drank so much alcohol and puked himself up when he was in a good mood, which has never happened before.
Sighing darkly, Christine White dropped the clothes that had come off of Baird Lane to the floor, then wet a towel and began to wipe him down.
Nor did she know which switch on his body she had touched in the passing Land of the brush, and he began to become extremely uncooperative.
It was clear that the man was not awake, but he was able to accurately slap her hand away to keep her from rubbing him.
At first she was able to restrain him, but later on, as his strength increased, she couldn’t.
Having no choice but to throw the towel into the basin, Christine White stood up and looked disgruntledly at the man on the bed who was grunting uncomfortably, “What the hell do you want? I’m rubbing your body, can you cooperate a little bit?”
Instead, the man on the bed didn’t respond, just moved his body twice.
Christine White saw this and felt a little amused at her own line of reasoning with a drunk.
She was so pissed off at him, how could a drunk hear what she was saying?
Helplessly, Christine White rubbed her distended temples and resumed her resignation to wringing the towel up, ready to resume rubbing him again.
This time, however, her hand had just touched the man’s body when he suddenly opened his eyes all of a sudden and grabbed her wrist before yanking her onto the bed with a forceful tug.
“Ah!” Christine White exclaimed, not expecting things to take such a turn for the worse.
She hastily raised her eyes to look at the man above her, who was staring intently at her, both eyes still laced with thick blood, looking quite frightening.
“You awake?” Christine White asked.
The man didn’t answer, just stared at her.
Christine White felt something was wrong and frowned as she carefully sized the man up.
In the end, it was discovered that he hadn’t actually fully woken up at all, and although his eyes were open and looking at her, his pupils were scattered and glowing, not focused at all, which meant that he was now physically awake, but his consciousness wasn’t, and he was still in a state of drunkenness.
So such a Baird Lane, talking to him, he can’t understand a thing.
Realizing this, Christine White put away the words she was going to say to get him to let go of her, and went right ahead and pushed his chest twice, trying to push him away and get herself up from the bed.
But unfortunately, the man’s chest was like a thick wall, she pushed twice and didn’t push at all, however, she also let the man compose her wrist.
The man was so strong and in a drunken stupor that he didn’t know the first thing about curbing his strength.
As a result Christine White’s wrists were painfully pinched by her, and her little face was slightly contorted.
“Baird Lane, get off me!” Christine White shouted, not caring if he could understand her.
As she shouted, she yanked her wrist outward to try and get it out.
But in the end it proved impossible, Baird Lane didn’t ease up a bit at all, on the contrary, as she struggled, he squeezed even harder, as if he was going to break her wrists.
Christine White couldn’t hold back any longer, screaming out in pain and with cold sweat seeping out of the corners of her forehead.
She was starting to get a little angry in her mind, thinking that since she couldn’t break free with her hands, she would use her feet, kick the man out of bed with her feet and see if he would let go.
She couldn’t believe that he would take her under the bed with him.
With that in mind, Christine White took a deep breath, then slowly raised her foot and aimed for Baird Lane’s thigh.
But just as she was about to kick up, Baird Lane suddenly moved, he rolled over and pinned her underneath him, spinning his head down and kissing her slightly open lips in a rough motion.
Christine White was confused, utterly confused.
How could she not have imagined that Baird Lane would actually kiss her?
“Well …” Reacting, Christine White began to struggle violently.
Not to mention the fact that she didn’t want to kiss a drunk, and most importantly, she didn’t want to be in the most intimate of physical contact with him for a while.
That incident with Molly Bort was still a thorn in her side, and she didn’t want to kiss or do that with him until the thorn had been pulled out or softened.
So she had to push him away!
Thinking about this, Christine White’s eyes flashed several times with the color of struggle, and finally the struggle was replaced by determination, and she ruthlessly bit Baird Lane on the lips with a heavy bite.
Baird Lane paused in his movements, his dark, colorless eyes looking down at her as if in confusion.
Seeing this, Christine White took the opportunity to hurriedly push him away with one hand.
Baird Lane was pushed to the side and grunted uncontrollably as his head hit the hard part of the bed.
Christine White shuddered at the sound and rushed to check on him, and was greatly relieved when she finally saw that he had only been hit and was not in any serious condition.
“I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean to …” Christine White apologized as she grabbed Baird Lane’s pajamas and slipped them haphazardly over him.
It was just that he wasn’t cooperating, and she got very tired of dressing him overLand, and by the time she was finally done, she was panting with exhaustion.
“Well, you be a good boy and go to bed, don’t make any more noise.” Christine White tucked Baird Lane in and coaxed him like a child, then picked up the basin on the floor and went to the bathroom to pour water.
After pouring it out, she stood by the bed and looked at him deeply for a moment, picked up his dirty clothes and gently left the room.
“Aunt Lucy, he’s all yours.” Christine White pointed upstairs as she handed Aunt Lucy her dirty clothes.
Aunt Lucy understood her meaning and nodded her head in response, “Don’t worry, I will take care of mister, but ma’am, do you really want to go? Stay at this late hour!”
“No, I have Uncle Luise to give me a ride, bye.” Christine White smiled and waved her hand as she walked towards the foyer.
Back at the apartment, it was five in the morning.
Christine White opened the door and entered the room, and after yawning, she took off the jacket she was wearing and fell right into bed, quickly falling asleep.
But not long after she fell asleep, her cell phone, which she kept at the foot of her bed, suddenly rang.
“Hello, who is it?” Christine White asked into the other end of the line, her eyes closed, touching the phone to her ear, her voice soft with obvious sleepiness.