"Of course… I want to have one with you."
Luke Land felt a bit uneasy, pinned under her like this. He, a grown man, felt embarrassed. With a slight effort, he pushed the woman off him and reached for the towel on the floor, intending to wrap it around himself. He thought there was no rush now that they were here…
"No clothes allowed." Eva Miller was probably drunk again.
"…"
Luke was at a loss for words, his hand frozen mid-air, while Eva staggered off the bed and threw the towel he was holding aside.
Despite his tall stature standing there, Eva exerted great effort yet couldn't pull him back onto the bed.
"Luke Land, you, you… getting bold, huh? I'm telling you, get on the bed, lie down…"
She knew she couldn't move him, yet he just stood there doing nothing.
Every time Eva got drunk, Luke found it a real eye-opener, and even… felt somewhat out of control.
"Are you bullying me?" Seeing his lack of response, Eva's eyes turned red.
"Alright, alright, I'll do it, don't cry…"
