Chapter 174 She Was Drunk
She held the cup and sipped it. Anderson poured himself a glass of wine, took her hand, and sat down on the sofa.
At night, the mountain became quieter and quieter. In the transparent glass house, they lay on the sofa together and drank casually.
The stars were shining in the sky, and there were lamps and candles of myriad families at the foot of the mountain, which made them feel warm.
Clarissa boasted that she was good at drinking, so she never hesitated to drink. Unexpectedly, she felt a little dizzy before she finished the wine in her glass.
She leaned on Anderson in a daze and asked, "Anderson, why do I feel dizzy?"
Anderson lowered his eyes and glanced at her.
He especially got this top-quality wine from the cellar of one of his good friends. It had a good taste but a strong delayed effect.
This was why he only allowed her to drink one glass of it.
Clarissa's cheeks blushed and her eyes were drowsy. Seeing this, he immediately knew that she had got drunk.
He put the wine glass on the table next to him, "Let me take you to have a bath."
After finishing speaking, he carried her in his arms.
Clarissa was a little dizzy and drunk, but she was conscious.
"What? Aren't we on the mountain?"
Anderson did not answer her. Soon, he took her to a bathroom.
The bathroom was not too big, but not small. There was a big bathtub in the center of the room. The shining water in the bathtub was reflected on the surrounding walls, looking fantastic.
Anderson filled the bathtub with water and put her in.
"Do you want to take a bath yourself or let me wash your body?"
Touching the warm water, Clarissa suddenly shivered and sobered up.
When she realized what was happening, her face blushed scarlet immediately. She hugged her chest and kept shaking her head.
"I can take a bath by myself."
Anderson smiled. He didn't force her, turned around and went out.
Time passed by slowly.
Anderson waited outside for a long time, but she still didn't come out.
He took a sip of the red wine and glanced at his watch.
Forty minutes had passed.
Although a hot water system was temporarily built on the mountain, the weather was very cold and the hot water system was built temporarily, so hot water could not be delivered endlessly.
It had been forty minutes, and the water might have become cold.
He frowned slightly. Although there was heating in the room, temperatures here were very different during the day and at night. At night, it was a bit cold. So he got up, walked over, and knocked on the bathroom door.
"Clarissa, have you finished?"
Unexpectedly, no one responded to him.
He frowned harder and pulled the door, only to find that the door was locked from inside.
She was quite alert?
Anderson felt helpless. There were only two of them in this place. If he really wanted to force her, how could a lock stop him?
He shook his head helplessly. Then he went back to find the key, and then came to open the door.
"Clarissa! Have you finished? I'm coming in!"
She still didn't speak.
He felt that something was wrong, and quickly opened the door.
In the bathroom, the steam had long dispersed. Clarissa sat in the bathtub and leaned against the wall with her eyes closed. She didn't move at all, as if she had fallen asleep.
Feeling speechless, he walked over quickly and tested the water temperature with his hand.
Sure enough, it was cold.
His face darkened in an instant.
When he turned his head, he saw her naked body.
......
Clarissa was carried out of the bathroom.
She groaned unconsciously, moved in Anderson's arms and snorted, "I'm so cold."
At this time, Anderson's expression was very angry.
Enduring the fury and aroused sexual desire in his heart, he wiped Clarissa, took her out of the bathroom and threw her on the bed.
His actions were a little rude because he was mad. Clarissa finally woke up, and stared at him with a pair of confused eyes.
"Anderson, what's wrong with you?"
Anderson looked at her with a grim expression, and his gloomy eyes were full of sexual passion.
She realized that something was wrong. Why did she feel a little cold on her chest and legs?
She looked down at herself.
Suddenly, she opened her eyes in surprise. She screamed and shrank into the quilt.
"Ah! Why am I not wearing any clothes?"
Anderson sneered, "What do you think?"
"I…"
Only did then she remember that she seemed to fall sleep while taking a bath in the bathtub.
Did he carry her out?
Did it mean that he had seen her body?
Thinking of that scene, her face blushed scarlet, and her whole body shrank deeper into the quilt, only revealing her hair.
"I want to wear clothes. You... go out first!"
But this time, Anderson didn't seem to listen to her.
While unbuttoning his shirt, he sneered and said in an extremely bad tone, "Now it's the middle of the night, and it is minus ten outside. You want me to stand outside and wait for you to get dressed?"
Well...
Clarissa was taken aback. Was it so cold outside?
Although it was more than twenty degrees in the small town during the day, the outdoor temperature fell in the middle of the night. The temperatures here were very different during the day and at night.
Just as she was stunned, Anderson had pressed on her.
"Ah! What are you doing?"
She was more shocked and shrank into the quilt more desperately, yelling, "Don't come here! I'm not wearing any clothes!"
Her petite body arched in the quilt, desperately wrapping the quilt around her body, just like a silkworm.
Anderson was angry, but also got amused.
It took him a long time to pull her head out.
At this time, Clarissa's hair was in a mess. Her little face blushed, like a ripe red apple. Her watery eyes looked so pitiful, which made Anderson wanted to kiss her.
He suppressed the pity in his heart and sneered, "Are you afraid now? Why didn't you expect this consequence when you took a shower?"
Clarissa knew that she was wrong, but she also felt somewhat aggrieved.
"I... didn't mean it! How about you turning around first? I will call you after I put on my clothes."
"Ha! Which part of your body that I have never seen?"
Clarissa was speechless.
She didn't know how to react.
She didn't expect that she would fall asleep in the bathtub. It was the fault of the glass of wine.
Oh no! It was all Anderson's fault! He must let her drink on purpose!
Thinking of this, she puckered her mouth and looked at him with a pair of clear eyes. But she didn't know that in his eyes, she was not losing her temper, but acting like a spoiled child.
She didn't even know how much Anderson was attracted to her when he saw her acting coquettishly in such an ambiguous atmosphere.
Anderson's eyes darkened more.
Looking at his eager and randy eyes, Clarissa's heart trembled.
She shrank into the quilt again, stammering, "Why are you looking at me?"
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