"Drink the wake-up tea and hurry to take a bath and go to bed."
Joel Russo leaned in close to her, the tipsy expression on his face now showed a touch of languid wickedness. He stared straight at her, his dark pupils deep like bottomless abysses, exuding a lethal attraction.
"Feed me."
His low, deep and husky voice made Arabella Vanderbilt's face slightly redden.
She handed the teacup to Joel Russo's thin lips. Russo stared at her, his tipsy eyes tinted with a hint of amusement as he bent down to take a sip of tea.
"It's a bit astringent."
This man...
"Endure it a bit, there's no tea that isn't astringent."
"Endure?" Joel Russo frowned, "I don't want to."
"..."
Arabella Vanderbilt didn't speak, noticing that he seemed truly somewhat intoxicated.
But it wasn't long before Joel Russo said, "Alright, I'll listen to you and endure a bit longer. You go... warm up some milk to drink."
"Do you want to drink milk?"
