“Brendon! Wash your face yourself!” Ranita said irritably, but he kept rubbing against her, softly saying, “Help me wash it a bit, my head hurts.”
Ranita sighed, no longer in the mood to argue.
She was angry but also worried about him.
“Let go a bit, I’ll get you a towel to wipe your face!” Ranita helplessly pushed him away, “Heard me?”
Brendon grunted but didn’t move for a long time.
Helpless, Ranita said, “Fine, filthy you!”
As the words fell, the man rolled over, released his arm, and lay back on the bed. Ranita quickly got up, saw that he had not even taken off his shoes before climbing into bed, making her angry enough to want to hit him.
Despite her anger, she still helped him take off his shoes and wiped his face and hands with a towel…
But she couldn’t lift him up to change his clothes.
It is what it is! Ranita comforted herself, silently went to the other side of the bed, curled up in a small corner.
When alone, Ranita wouldn’t set the air conditioning too cold, but for Brendon, this temperature was too high. Half-asleep, Ranita heard rustling sounds and, opening her eyes, saw Brendon pulling off his clothes.
After drinking, catching a cold was no joke.
“Brendon…” Ranita leaned in a bit, but before she could finish her sentence, the man grabbed her and hugged her.
Ranita was instantly awake with shock.
It was then that she noticed he had not only taken off his shirt but his pants had disappeared, leaving him in just underwear.
Brendon had a triangular body shape, with muscles not too exaggerated but hidden strength in every part of his body. He was hot, and being hugged by him made her head heat up.
“Brendon, wake up!” Ranita quietly scolded him, a mix of anger and embarrassment in her tone.
Wasn’t Brendon going too far? She remembered he wouldn’t act this way when drunk before, but how had he changed in just four years?
“Brendon, are you pretending to be drunk?” Ranita asked in confusion.
At the words, the man, who had his eyes closed, subtly fluttered his eyelashes, feeling extremely guilty. But at this point, if he admitted it, it wouldn’t end well for him.
“Uncomfortable…” Brendon half-squinted at her, acting dumb.
Looking confused, Brendon didn’t seem to be pretending to be drunk, so Ranita snapped irritably, “I’ll get you pajamas.”
Ranita got a set of comfortable home clothes for him.
“Brendon, put on your clothes.”
No response!
“Brendon, put on your clothes quickly.”
Still no response!
Ranita had no choice but to help him put on the clothes. When Ranita’s hand touched his warm skin, she nearly trembled as she helped him put on his pants, feeling her fingertips tingle.
Brendon had a well-built physique, and just looking at him stirred up heat in Ranita.
Feeling overwhelmed, Ranita finally said, “Brendon, please dress yourself…” and tossed the shirt to him. Brendon didn’t move, instead reaching out to hold her hand, “Ranita…”
He called her gently, “Ranita, I’m so tired.”
Forced into his embrace, Ranita was pressed against his body, feeling feverish. She tried to turn around, but his arm firmly held her waist, preventing her from moving.
She had become a soft toy in Brendon’s arms. Unable to escape or hide.
“Ranita…” at that moment, Brendon softly rubbed her nape and murmured, “Can you stop being mad at me…”