For the first time, Samara found Roland's voice indescribably enchanting. She could not help but open her mouth and drink the honey water as he told her to.
Roland was right. She indeed had a bad headache.
But Samara would not lose her mind when she was drunk. She was very clear-headed. It was just her head ached too much that she didn't want to move.
After drinking half a glass of honey water, Samara shook her head. "Why did you come?"
"I want to see you."
He placed the remaining half glass of honey water on the table. Samara looked at the yellow liquid and didn't know how to reply to that.
After a while, Samara moved. "I want to go to sleep, Roland."
The wine was strong, and Samara did not have the energy to deal with Roland.
"Can I stay here for a while?"
"Why?"
Samara, who had gotten up to go back to her room to change and sleep, was a little confused.