"Whooooo! Thish must be how a kite feels like. Move faster, Stark," Jasmine said, holding tightly onto his neck.
"I'm moving. Oh, look how fast I'm going…" Stark said dryly, cringing internally.
But the girl clapped and giggled before resting her body on his back once more.
Jasmine had taken three glasses of wine at dinner, and all it took was a fourth to turn her into a five year old kid.
If he acted in any way she hated, she would throw a tantrum, alerting every single person in the area.
That was why, even with his aching body, he was carrying her on his back, holding her up with one hand and holding his walking stick in the other as he took her back to her inn.
"This is the last time I'm letting you drink."
"Hmmm?" She pouted. "N-no fair! I'm an adult y-you know?" She hiccuped and then stopped speaking as she rested her head on his shoulder.
'Finally…'
