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Emilin died a tragically sad death in her first life, if you could call it a life at all.

No friends, no family, no ambition, no desire, no emotions.

NOTHING. BUT this time, she was determined to live her life to the FULLEST!

Emilin: [Who am I even?]

DOTING BIG BROTHERS: [Bah! Who else but our cutest little sister?]

LOVING PARENTS: [Ah! Our little angel of course.]

OTHER CLASSMATES: [Who is this ice queen? So cool!]

BEST FRIENDS: [Why is this so-called 24/7 ice face so clingy. But she’s too cute when she’s pouting! You’re our adorable little cinnamon roll.]

HANDSOME ML: [Yeah, why are you so cling to them? Come be clingy with me! You are mine, as much as I am yours.]

BUSINESS PARTNERS: [Who the fuck are you talking about? Surely, we do not speak of the same person! You are the little devil that descended from the 7 heavens, our little ancestor.]

To Live Again, For the First Time!

Was this even a way to describe someone like Theodore?

She instinctively rejected such an idea.

Jenna gave the man another fleeting glance.

But then why did it seem so fitting?

Jenna couldn't help but jerk back a little at the thought.

Damn, how could she think something like that?

Jenna stared for a while longer, but Theodore still didn't show any signs of moving from his spot.

For a second, she too froze as if to let the silence tell her whether the other person heard her thoughts.

Jenna was planning to watch for a little longer, letting the alcohol in her own system do its thing wanting to sober up a little more, blaming her previous thoughts on the alcohol, but then, she nearly had a heart attack!

Theodore suddenly sat up straight from his previous laying position as if he had been injected with something.

Out for Drinks Pt III: (Holy Sh*t)