Lily Turner wrapped her arms naturally around Easton Holmes' waist, stood on tiptoe, and met his domineering and wild kiss.
Breathing became increasingly difficult, her head buzzing, her body feeling as if it were on fire, she weakly leaned closer to him.
The sudden softness that pressed against him stripped Easton Holmes of the last bit of his rationality. He bent down, picked up Lily Turner, who was pressing close to him, and quickly walked into the house.
"Ugh!"
Lily Turner suddenly felt her stomach churn and pushed Easton Holmes, who was holding her, away. She quickly squatted down on the ground.
"Blah..."
As soon as she squatted down, she vomited.
Instantly, the pungent smell swept through the entire room, and Easton Holmes' brows furrowed as he looked at the vomit on the floor. His mood from earlier was gone.
After vomiting heartily, Lily Turner sat down on the floor and, surprisingly, began to nod off.
Seeing this situation, Easton Holmes clenched his fists in frustration, wishing he could punch the sleeping woman awake, but he swung his fist in the air and finally couldn't bring himself to do it.
"Naughty girl! I'll remember what happened today, and settle the score with you later."
Easton Holmes bent down to pick up Lily Turner, who was asleep on the floor, and after settling her on the big bed, he began to clean up the vomit on the floor.
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My head hurts!
Lily Turner felt extremely uncomfortable, raised her hand to rub her aching and swelling head, and habitually reached for her phone beside her pillow, only to touch a prickly head instead.
"Who?"
Lily Turner opened her eyes in shock, realizing this wasn't her room nor a hotel room.
"Have you finished looking around?"
A magnetic male voice suddenly came from the side, and Lily Turner quickly turned her head to see a cold face unexpectedly come into view. As the cold face became clearer, she screamed, "Ah! What are you doing here?"
Easton Holmes dug at his ear with his hand, looked down at the woman staring at him, and said, "Can you be less jumpy? You're going to make me deaf."
"Serves you right!" Lily Turner angrily rolled her eyes at Easton Holmes and furiously said, "Do you have any moral boundaries? I haven't settled accounts with you for last time, and this time you took advantage of me when I was drunk. How could you take advantage of someone's vulnerability?"
Just now, Lily Turner suddenly remembered where she was, and thinking about what Easton Holmes did to her, she became furious and swung her fists at him.
"Both times, you initiated it."
Easton Holmes caught her two swinging fists with his hands, intending to continue teasing her with lies, but seeing her genuinely angry expression, he abandoned the idea, sighed softly, and said, "But your initiative didn't matter last night, because I wasn't in the mood."
Recalling the events of last night, he felt incredibly frustrated.
Lily Turner didn't know what happened last night, and hearing Easton Holmes' words only filled her with confusion. "What do you mean by that?"
He said she initiated it? He wasn't in the mood, she just couldn't believe it.
"What I mean is...find the answer for yourself!"
Easton Holmes lifted the cover off himself, motioning Lily Turner with his eyes to look at their bodies.