"..."
My health bar nearly emptied.
Someone tell her, Vincent Sinclair actually becomes... so obedient and focused, yet even more charming when he's had a drink.
Unexpectedly, he hit her soft spot.
I listened to his voice, and my heart was gently tingling. For a moment, I forgot to stop his actions.
By the time I came to my senses, I was already led by Vincent Sinclair to the bedside.
Watching his unceasing movements, I didn't bother to figure out whether he was really drunk or not, quickly stopping his next actions.
I glared at him.
"Behave!"
Vincent Sinclair, upon my glare, seemed like he had suffered the greatest grievance, obediently withdrew his hand, letting it hang orderly at his sides.
Looking like someone seeking forgiveness for a wrong.
"..."
This guy really understood her weakness for gentleness over firmness perfectly.
Faced with Vincent Sinclair like this, I couldn't manage to get angry no matter what.
