The aftermath of a drunken night
Hangover.
Faustina felt as if her head was being split open by an axe. Her legs were limp and wobbly like wonton, and she was disheveled. In fact, oddly disheveled. What happened last night?
"Right… I drank…" Faustina's eyes widened as she realized something. She drank. She then turned to the window—it was already morning! Faustina then stood up and hurried to the bathroom. That meant she skipped dinner, and the king had waited for her—
And as Faustina stumbled upon the mirror on the wall, memories then begun to flash in her mind.
Memories of the night she was drunk.
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"Hehe. Noah," I buried my face in his hard abdomen. "You're so warm."
First there was silence, and then soon I found myself being lifted by Noah. He carried me towards the bed, and then he looked down at me.
"Are you mad at me, Noah?" I asked.
He leaned down to kiss me, but I stopped him with both of my index fingers. "Answer my question first."