"I never said you were drunk." Carefully holding her to prevent her from falling, Evan Saint's tone was full of indulgence.
"Evan, you're so handsome, you look so tasty, I want to take a bite out of you!" Sparkle Gold said in a drunken haze, feeling completely relaxed and dependent because she knew it was him beside her.
"Alright, you can take a bite when we get back."
"No, I like strawberry flavor, and you're mint flavor." Smelling the refreshing scent on him, Sparkle couldn't help but rub her little face against his chest.
It seemed like she also kind of liked the mint flavor!
"You have too many demands."
"Because I'm willful."
Amused by her words, Evan chuckled softly: "Yes, you're willful."
Willful in coming and going as she pleases; willful in liking and giving up as she pleases!
"Evan, why don't you like me?"
"I don't dislike you."
