She picked up the bottle of wine on the table, opened the cork decisively, and poured it into her mouth with ease.
"Cough, cough..." She drank too quickly and nearly choked.
Soon, the bottle of red wine was empty, her hand feeling a bit limp, and she couldn’t hold it steady. The wine bottle fell to the ground, breaking with a sound that made Luke Land’s emotions stir. What is this woman up to? Last time she was drunk, she quietly lay in bed to rest. Is she going to cause a drunken scene this time? How’s he supposed to get anything done?
Eva Miller finished the bottle and went for a second one. It took quite an effort to open the cork, and she rapidly drained it as if drinking plain water.
But instead of returning to her room to quietly fall asleep as before, she staggered to the door and opened it.
"Luke Land, it’s okay now, I..." Eva Miller started speaking but then burped, "We... we can do it now."
"..."
Is this a reenactment of that night?
Luke Land coughed lightly a few times, feeling a bit hesitant.
"Luke Land, why are you dawdling? I said, I, we can get things done now!" Eva Miller’s voice was quite loud, enough for a few passing maids to hear. They bit their lips to suppress their smile, covered their mouths, ducked their heads, and sneaked away.
Luke Land shook his head helplessly. Can anything actually get done tonight?
He wheeled himself inside, and Eva Miller stood by the door, her eyes bleary, giving him a path.
Once Luke Land entered, she closed the door and... locked it.
From this angle, it didn’t look like Luke Land was trying to take advantage of her; rather, it seemed like she was up to something with him.
Eva Miller tried to take off her nightgown, but maybe because she was drunk, her hands weren’t cooperating.
"Come over and help me undress! What are you standing there for?" Eva Miller pouted irritably, frowning. Luke Land had just gotten up from the wheelchair and taken a step when he saw Eva’s blurry eyes suddenly widen, "Hey, your legs, you can walk?"
Luke Land hesitated for a moment before backing up a few steps, sitting back down in the wheelchair.
"Not yet." He seriously replied to her, then wheeled over to her.
She stood while he sat — how could he help her undress?
"Come over." Luke Land pointed to his legs, then motioned for her to sit on them.
"Your legs aren’t healed, I’m not sitting."
"..."
Luke Land couldn’t be bothered to argue; he reached out and pulled her onto his legs with a slight tug. Damn it, if this really were that night, how great it would be if she just quietly lay in bed.
He lifted the hem of her silk nightgown with a large hand, "Raise your arms."
Eva Miller cooperated by lifting her arms above her head, and he swiftly undressed her, dropping the garment on the floor, followed by her bra and panties...
"Wait a moment." Eva suddenly moved away from him, "Give me a moment, I’m going to take a shower."
"You already showered."
"You’ve lost your memory; I haven’t showered yet."
"..." Who’s the forgetful one?
She held the wall with one hand, barefoot, and headed to the bathroom.
.........