Tatiana put down her glass, blushing, and stood up. "The air conditioning is too high. I'll lower it a bit."
"It's quite a bit hot." I swallowed my saliva. At this moment, the two of us, a man and a woman, were alone in the room. Tatiana was dressed so casually, coupled with the alcohol she had consumed earlier. The red wine and champagne were not strong, but the amount was considerable.
Under the influence of alcohol, I also felt a stirring in my heart.
Tatiana opened a bottle of ice water, tilting her swan-like neck, looking incredibly beautiful.
"Ms. Wilson, is your wound better now? Shall I help you massage it?"
A hint of panic flashed in Tatiana's eyes. "No need, it's much better now."
I licked my dry lips. The sound from the other side became clearer, my voice even trembling a bit. "It's fine now, but tomorrow, it will be sore and unbearable. You'll have to suffer in the hospital again, right?"
"I said no need."
