Nathan drank a lot of wine in the cellar that night.
Bottles were all over the floor, and he didn't know when he had fallen asleep.
When he woke up the following day, he found Hannah lying in his arms. However, they were both dressed but only looked a little messy.
"She looks good, but her figure is just like that."
He removed his hand from her thigh and muttered in his heart.
At this time, Hannah rubbed her eyes and woke up. When she found that she was lying on the sofa with Nathan, she was startled and bounced up hastily, "Oh, well, well!"
"What?" Nathan asked.
"You are so sick." Hannah laughed loudly.
Nathan glanced at her and thought, "If I was not drunk last night, can you still stand here and laugh in front of me?"
Otherwise, she might cry under the quilt and ask him to take responsibility for her instead of laughing this morning.
Thinking of this, he thought it might be quite interesting.