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With a stagger, Briena continued her steps after brushing Vian's hand on her shoulder. Her unsteady steps led her to Vian's room. However, before reaching Vian's room, his body swayed to the side and Vian's sturdy hands swiftly supported Briena's slender waist so that she didn't fall on the floor. He pulled Briena into his arms.

"Haish. When you are drunk like this, you are much more troublesome," complained Vian by being forced to carry Briena's body and carry her to the room.

Suddenly, Briena sniffed Vian's shoulder and buried her head in the crook of the man's neck without caring about Vian's change in attitude. The man paused for a moment. "Hey, your perfume is refreshing, I love it," Briena chirped happily.

Vian's brow furrowed confused because of the ridiculous slur that came out of the drunken woman's lips in his arms. "Well, if you're aware, I've been using this perfume since high school," Vian grumbled.