Although there was not deep love between them, it seemed as if it was only natural for them to take baths together and sleep in the same bed.
It took Robert Thomson a while to hold her tightly. She could feel that his face was extremely hot, like it had been heated by a sharpening stone, giving off an inexplicable burning sensation.
"Emma..." As he held her, the warm alcoholic scent from his breath blew onto her neck with each exhale.
She turned her head to look at him, looking at his handsome and elegant face stained with alcohol, adorned with two red clouds, and a trace of intoxication in his black eyes. He looked somehow—adorable.
"Tell me, what are your parents like?"
Her parents? She remembered that he seemed to have asked her about her family situation before, and she seemed to have told him, right?
Before she could answer, Robert said, "Actually, I'm quite envious of you."
Envious of her?