Before he could finish speaking, Easton interrupted him, sounding indifferent: "What's wrong with it? Didn't he want to drown his sorrows with wine? We helped him out and arranged for such a beautiful woman. With all this enjoyment, why shouldn't he be happy?"
"But..." The man seemed slightly concerned.
Easton frowned, impatiently cutting him off: "Alright, alright, don't be so indecisive. If the sky falls, I'll be the one to hold it up first. What are you afraid of? This is settled, no more discussions."
"Young Master Easton, what are you talking about? I don't understand a word." The woman in his arms cooed, wrapping her arms around his neck and looking at him with a playful tilt of her head.
Easton planted kisses all over the beauty, mumbling, "If you don't understand, then don't listen. Come here, my lips are dry, put some lip balm on me."
"Oh, Young Master Easton, you're so naughty..."
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A night of drunkenness.
