Huh?
Drunk?
He thought she was pretending.
Otherwise, how would a drunk person know they couldn’t wash up?
Her logic was flawless.
“Do it yourself,” Ethan said.
“I can’t… help me…” Clara pouted and twisted her body, acting spoiled.
Ethan looked at Clara.
It was the first time Clara had acted spoiled towards him.
Quite… cute.
Seeing her act so adorably, he decided to help her wash up.
Just this once.
Clara saw Ethan didn’t refuse, so she raised her hands.
What was she doing now?
Surrendering?
Clara held her hands up, but when Ethan didn’t move, she got impatient.
“Help me take off my clothes… my arms are sore,” Clara said.
So, raising her hands was for him to help her undress.
Ethan helped Clara take off her clothes.
Clara was wearing a t-shirt. Ethan grabbed the hem of the t-shirt with both hands and lifted it over her head, taking it off.
With the shirt off, Clara lowered her arms and looked at Ethan.
“And the pants…” Clara said, arching her back slightly towards Ethan.
Ethan looked at Clara and silently laughed.
Cute.
Clara was wearing jeans.
Ethan unbuttoned the jeans, pulled down the zipper, and slid them down.
Clara, unsteady from the alcohol, wrapped her arms around Ethan’s neck, cooperating with him to take off the jeans.
“Take off more…” Clara said.
To wash up properly, she needed to be completely undressed.
Ethan raised an eyebrow.
Take off more?
If he took off any more, there would be nothing left.
It seemed he not only had to help her wash up but also give her a bath.
Once undressed, Clara wrapped her arms around Ethan’s neck and said, “Carry me… to the bath…”
Ethan gently nibbled on Clara’s cheek, then carried her into the bathroom, filled the bathtub with water, and placed the clean Clara inside.
Then he started undressing himself.
Once undressed, he got into the bathtub.
The water overflowed as he entered the tub.
Ethan pulled Clara close, letting her back rest against his chest as he bathed her.
“… Hey… what are you doing…” Clara exclaimed softly.
Ethan replied, “… Giving you a bath…”
She felt something was off.
But with her mind clouded by alcohol, she couldn’t think much. It seemed like… Ethan was indeed giving her a bath…
“Then… make sure to clean thoroughly…” Clara mumbled.
“OK…” Ethan responded in a low, hoarse voice…
—
Clara woke up late in the morning.
Opening her eyes… the first thing she felt was a slight headache.
This feeling… seemed somewhat familiar.
Like a hangover headache.
She had been drunk once before.
Clara closed her eyes and rubbed her temples… as she rubbed, she suddenly stopped and opened her eyes wide, staring blankly at a spot…
She… remembered.
She remembered what happened last night!
She and Ethan went out drinking with friends.
The events in the private room were too chaotic for her to recall clearly.
But… she remembered everything about coming home vividly.
She remembered… asking Ethan to give her a bath.
And in the end… it wasn’t just a bath.
The sound of water splashing in the bathroom lasted for a long time.
Clara’s face turned bright red as she grabbed the blanket and covered her face.
She… couldn’t face anyone now.
How could she be like this when drunk?
How could she be so forward…?
She clearly wasn’t like this when drunk before.
The last time she got drunk, she came home and fell asleep immediately without anything happening.
This time…
She really couldn’t face anyone now.
What should she do?
Why did she have to remember those things?
Why couldn’t she be like other people who black out when drunk and remember nothing… She would rather remember nothing than feel this embarrassed now.
Where did Ethan go?
Ethan seemed to be gone…
It’s better if he’s not here; otherwise, she really wouldn’t know how to face him.
But… even if he’s not here now, he would come home eventually in the evening.
She didn’t have to face him now, but sooner or later she would have to face him.
She really didn’t have the courage to face Ethan.
Clara swore to herself that next time, she would never drink again. Even if it was for socializing… she couldn’t get drunk again.
It was just too embarrassing.
Clara hid under the blanket and groaned inwardly. Suddenly… she heard a noise.
Someone opened the door.
Who was it?
A servant?
Clara removed the blanket and looked…
And met Ethan’s deep eyes.
“Awake,” Ethan said.
“… Yep.” Clara responded, then realized what was happening. Her face turned bright red as she let out a small scream and quickly pulled the blanket over her face again.
She couldn’t face him now.
“Get up, wash up, and come downstairs for breakfast,” Ethan said.
Clara’s voice came from under the blanket, “I’m not hungry…”
In fact, she was very hungry.
But compared to hunger… she didn’t want to face Ethan more.
She was still young and could endure hunger for a while longer.
Ethan raised an eyebrow.
From last night until now, it had been over ten hours without eating anything.
And after such intense activity, consuming a lot of energy…
She wasn’t hungry?
Let’s see how long she could hold out.
Ethan sat on the sofa and quietly played with his phone.
Clara stayed under the blanket for a long time without hearing any noise.
Could it be… Ethan had left?
But… she didn’t hear him open the door and leave either.
Was he still in the room?
But there was no noise at all…
Clara cautiously peeked out from under the blanket.
And saw Ethan sitting steadily on the sofa.
Ethan glanced at Clara.
“Get up and eat.”
Clara blushed and wanted to pull the blanket over herself again but ultimately felt too embarrassed to do so.
“I’m… not hungry…” As soon as she finished speaking, her stomach growled loudly.
Her face turned even redder.
She wished she could punch her stomach a few times.
Why did it have to betray her at such a crucial moment?
Of all times to growl, why now?
Ethan looked at Clara.
Clara’s face was red with embarrassment; she didn’t know how to explain herself.
Forget it…
There was no way to explain it.
She was clearly hungry.
“Are you shy?” Ethan asked.
She looked at Ethan with a red face and resentment.
If he knew she was shy, he shouldn’t have said it out loud.
Saying it out loud made it even more embarrassing.
Couldn’t he just act naturally as if nothing had happened?
“What am I shy about?” Clara asked as calmly as possible.
She told herself internally that she should pretend like she blacked out last night and remembered nothing.
If Ethan asked her, she would firmly say she remembered nothing.
If she remembered nothing, there would be no embarrassment.
“Last night’s events…” Ethan began.