Sleeping like a little pig.
Mason Bennett, still reeking of alcohol, headed straight into the bathroom.
After taking a shower, Mason Bennett walked out draped in a towel.
Originally intending to grab new underwear and pajamas, Mason reached the bedside, only to be hit by a strong alcohol scent.
Mason couldn't help but feel a bit helpless.
This little thing, fell asleep without even taking a shower.
His wife still smelled lovely, but it would be more comfortable if she took a shower after getting drunk.
Thinking about it, he approached the bed, bent over, trying to lift the person under the covers.
But as soon as he got close, Mason's eyebrows furrowed sharply, a flash of fierce anger in his eyes.
Something's not right.
Just as he was about to back away, a pair of snow-white arms reached from under the covers and hooked around Mason's neck.
The unfamiliar scent and touch made Mason ice-cold, a deadly rage appearing in his eyes.
"Let go!" he shouted angrily.
