Chapter 37 Afraid he might die
Eula's eyes widened. With his pressing, her hand was held against his... his...
She almost screamed and wanted to retract her hand, but Judson didn't let go.
Eula panicked and tried to pull her hand back, but she wasn't as strong as him.
She bit her lip, watching as her eyes filled with mist, and her face turned excessively red, as if it was burning.
Due to her pulling and him exerting force, there was a change down there.
Eula clearly felt it and became flustered.
What should she do? What should she do?
Her long eyelashes fluttered, and her expression seemed like she was about to cry.
It was terrifying to tend to a drunk person for the first time. She didn't mean to touch him. it was an accident.
Judson's breathing became a little erratic. If she continued to disturb him like this, he might lose control.
So, he let go of her hand and said, "Undress..."
Eula's hand was free, and she took a deep breath.
This feeling was so exhausting. It felt more tiring than running fifty kilometers. Her whole body was drenched in sweat, even though it was winter and the room was only around ten degrees.
She was sweating profusely, and it was agonizing.
Eula nudged Judson and called out to him, "Judson, Judson, wake up."
"Egg."
He had no logical response whatsoever, so Eula began to unbuckle his belt. As she unzipped it, she bit her lip tightly.
It was so awkward, embarrassing, and nerve-wracking.
When she finally removed his expensive trousers, she nearly collapsed. She took a few steps back and leaned heavily against the wardrobe, panting heavily.
On the other hand, the man who was now free felt incredibly comfortable lying down.
He suddenly partially sat up and looked at her.
Startled, Eula threw his pants to the side and asked, "Are you awake?"
Judson looked at the woman with her disheveled hair, flushed face, and bitten lip. She looked like she'd just been taken care of.
Extremely tempting, and yet she remained unaware of just how alluring she was.
Judson squinted his eyes, "Uncomfortable!"
Uttering these two words faintly, Eula breathed a sigh of relief. He hadn't become aware of this situation yet, he was still drunk!
Fortunately, he didn't see her removing his clothes, otherwise, he would surely tease her.
She would never admit to this.
Tomorrow she would say that Mary undressed him, absolutely not that it was her.
Eula quickly ran over and said, "Judson, are you uncomfortable? Let me wipe you down. You just need to sleep, and when you wake up, you won't feel uncomfortable anymore."
She spoke to him in a soft tone, like soothing a child.
Judson, listening to her, found it quite enjoyable.
He obediently murmured, "Okay..."
Eula went into the bathroom and soon came out with a basin of water, using a warm towel to wipe his face, then his neck, and continuously worked her way downward.
After cleaning his body, she covered him with a blanket.
Then she went into the bathroom, and it took her a while to come out.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, she watched the man who had already fallen asleep and reached her hand towards his nose.
He was breathing, alive.
All night, she had been doing this, until she fell asleep from exhaustion.
As soon as Eula was asleep, Judson opened his eyes and looked at the woman sleeping by the bed.
Her long eyelashes closed, her face pale and sweet, and she looked even more obedient in her sleep.
He lifted her onto the bed, wrapped her in the blanket, and lowered his head to kiss her face a few times. It seemed that the more he kissed her, the more he wanted to, as if no amount of kissing would be enough.
Finally, his lips moved to hers and he took a shallow taste, unable to control himself anymore.
