Mission not completed?

Scarlett reeked of alcohol, her eyes tightly shut, cheeks flushed with the hue of intoxication. Mistaking Ethan's hospital bed for her own, she kicked off her high heels, didn't even bother to remove her sheer stockings, and crawled under the covers, immediately falling asleep on her side.

"Uh? Auntie?" Ethan was still dazed, feeling the warm, soft body of the woman he'd been dreaming about lying right next to him.

Her wine-red hair spread across the pillow, mixing the scent of alcohol from her sexy uniform with the fragrance of her shampoo.

It was intoxicating, like the aroma of red wine, seeping into Ethan's nostrils.

Ethan's calls gradually softened as he swallowed hard, his hand uncontrollably resting on her slender waist. Through the fabric of her uniform, he could feel the softness of her abdomen.