Sang Luo wasn't a heavy drinker. After sulking and drinking all day, she felt ill and her mind was fuzzy. She crawled into bed and immediately fell into a stupor.
In the middle of the night, the side of the bed dipped. A deep, calm presence appeared beside her. The faint scent of alcohol wafting under her nose made the half-asleep, half-dreaming Sang Luo even more groggy.
Sang Luo knew she was asleep, but she couldn't quite remember where or when she was. Subconsciously, she thought she was lying in one of her Beast Husbands' beds... 'But whose?'
When the man leaned closer, she instinctively turned and wrapped her arms around his waist. Just as she had done a thousand times before, she buried her face in his chest, her nose brushing against him. She tried to find a familiar scent, but no matter how hard she searched, she couldn't find it. All she could smell was the slightly pungent odor of alcohol, which masked his natural scent...
'Strange, why has he been drinking...'
