She walked to the bedside, pinching the man's nose, her brows furrowing tightly.
A few minutes later, the man frowned, presumably finding it difficult to breathe, finally opened his eyes.
The moment his eyes opened, Emma Benson's little face darkened as she stared at the heavy bloodshot in his eyes, growing even angrier: "Finally awake!?"
"Early..." The man smiled at her, lips curving with a lazy, wicked allure, his hoarse voice tantalizing, but it only made Emma Benson's eyebrows furrow tighter.
"Early? It's already noon!" She released her grip, stood beside the bed with arms crossed, looking down at him, her face displeased, "Just how much did you drink last night? Look at your eyes. Do you not care about your health at all!?"
Knowing she was angry, the man quickly sat up, initially intending to reach out and hug her, but after getting up, he frowned, clutching his temple.
