A faint light shone in from the outside. Savanna's face was fair and tender. Her glass-like eyes stared straight at Cain. Cain's eyes widened, and he quickly made a swallowing motion. He really wanted to bring her home, but reason told him that he could not take advantage of her when she was drunk.
Besides, if Savanna woke up, she would hate him forever.
Cain said, "I'll send you back to your home."
"No." Savanna's red lips pouted. "Go to your house."
Suddenly, Cain felt hot and impatient. He scolded in a low voice, "Savanna, don't tempt me. You know, I am not immune to you!"
Savanna smiled. Her fair, slender fingers traced the outline of a masculine and delicate man. As she watched, Savanna cried. No one knew that her heart was in pain. How good would it be if she didn't love him?
If the man in front of her was him, how good would that be?