Sparkle stopped crying, with teary eyes, asked, "Can I kiss you?"
"No."
"Then can you kiss me?"
"No."
"What did I ask?"
"Can you kiss me?" Evan Saint replied perfunctorily, just wanting to clean her up and throw her to bed quickly.
"Sure."
Evan Saint: ...
Why is he responding to a drunkard?
"Look, I'll act cute for you, do you like me, okay?"
"Sparkle, if you dare say another word, I'll throw you out." Evan Saint fished her out of the water, wrapped her in a towel and tossed her onto the bed, warning coldly, "Close your eyes, sleep."
"If I sleep, will you like me?"
Evan Saint gritted his teeth: "Sure."
"Then I allow you to fill my dreams." After speaking, Sparkle closed her eyes contentedly and fell asleep.
Looking at her satisfied sleeping face, Evan Saint rubbed his aching temple, once again swearing never to let her touch alcohol again.
Her drinking habits are truly terrible!
Taking his clothes, he turned and went to another room to shower and sleep.
