"You can't escape." She opened her drunken eyes and looked down at him.
He knew that although she had opened her eyes, she was actually unconscious.
He smiled resignedly. "Juliet, do you know what you're doing now?"
"I know." She smiled foolishly and sweetly. "Il want to kiss you."
Before Payton could react, she lowered her head and kissed him on the lips.
This was a random kiss and she licked him casually. It felt like she was eating something.
How much did she drink?
However, it was undeniable that she had succeeded in arousing his interest.
Suddenly, he grabbed the back of her head and reversed their positions, not giving her a chance to go
back on her word.
The atmosphere in the quiet room gradually became intimate.
Afterwards, Payton snorted. He propped himself up and looked down at her. Her eyes were watery and
especially attractive.
Seeing her fall asleep again, he couldn't help but smile bitterly. He scratched his hair, then stood up
and left the room.
The next day, Juliet woke up. When she opened her eyes and saw the unfamiliar environment, she was
so scared that she suddenly sat up.
Her head ached from the hangover. She didn't have time to care about it. Instead, she looked around
the room in panic. Then, she lowered her head and lifted the blanket.
Afterwards, she heaved a sigh of relief. Fortunately, she still wore the clothes she had worn the day
before.
After confirming that nothing had happened to her, she started to seriously gaze around the room. The
simple grey-white and neat decoration made it look like a man’s room.
But whose room was this?
She rubbed her aching temples, trying to recall what had happened last night.
Last night, she met Tracy and they drank together. And then Payton came. After that, she seemed to
have drunk a lot of wine, causing her to be unable to remember the rest.
However, if she had drunk with Payton, the person who sent her here should be Payton.
She lifted the blanket and got out of bed. She tiptoed to the door and gently opened it. She carefully
peeked out but did not find a single person.
She boldly walked out.
The house was just the right size, and besides the room where she had slept, there were two other
rooms.
The living room wasn't big, and it seemed a little cramped with a 50-inch TV set.
She walked into the living room and saw a man lying on the sofa.
It was Payton.
The moment she saw him, she calmed down.
Did he sleep in the living room last night? Weren't there guest rooms?
Juliet walked over in confusion and squatted beside him. She stared at his sleeping face and smiled.
It was hard to imagine that the vigorous Payton would be so childish when he was asleep.
There was a trace of admiration in her eyes. She saw him frowning slightly, as if he was dreaming of
something unhappy.
She touched his eyebrows with her cold fingertips, gently smoothing out the wrinkles.
Although her movements were very light, Payton, who had always slept lightly, was still awakened.
He opened his eyes, Juliet didn't have time to dodge, so she bumped into his blank eyes.
She quickly stood up with a hollow smile and pretended to be passing by. "I just saw you asleep and
there was a mosquito on your face, so I wanted to help you whisk it off," she said.
"Mosquito?" Payton's puzzled eyes slowly became focused. He chuckled softly. "How could there be
mosquitoes on such a tall floor?"
Apparently, she was lying.
Juliet laughed hollowly. "Probably a lost mosquito."
This answer was really funny. What a lost mosquito! Payton smiled and asked, "Do you remember what
happened last night?"
"A little.” It was indeed a little. She only remembered that they were drinking together.
Seeing her confused eyes, Payton asked, "Then do you remember you forcibly kissed me out of the
drunken fit last night?"
"Forcibly kissing you?" Juliet cried out in alarm and glared at him in disbelief. "Impossible. I can't do
such a shameless thing."
"Really?" Payton raised his eyebrows slightly, then leaned in front of her and opened his mouth slightly.
There was a small wound on his lips.
"Is this my bite?" Juliet asked carefully.
Payton smiled. "It was bitten by a little wildcat.”
"Who is the little wildcat?” Juliet felt that she couldn't accept this address.
"Are you admitting that you bit the wound?" Payton looked at her with a faint smile. His eyes seemed to
be able to penetrate people's hearts.
They were deep and bottomless, causing people to feel uncertain.
Juliet was speechless.
She had already been so drunk. How could she remember which woman had bitten the wound on his
lips?
Payton didn't make things difficult for her. "Forget it.”
Hearing his words, Juliet heaved a long sigh of relief.
She was really afraid that if he continued to ask, she would really not know how to react.
"Are you hungry?" Payton asked softly.
Originally, she didn't feel hungry, but when he asked, her stomach made loud noise.
She smiled embarrassedly. "My stomach told me that it was hungry.”
“Then let's have breakfast,’ Payton ordered.
"Well?" Juliet was dumbfounded.
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