A beautiful woman, drunk the night before, woke up in the morning with a hangover, her head pounding. She found herself in the bed of Ethan, who was paralyzed.
Scarlett's mind stopped working for a moment.
"Auntie..." Ethan's voice came through, his inherently delicate and frail appearance making him look especially innocent, his eyes filled with complex emotions.
Scarlett looked up at the paralyzed Ethan, then down at the stains on her black stockings, and managed a strained smile: "Eth...Ethan, did I do anything to you last night?"
Ethan's face turned red, he turned his head away, his gaze evasive: "Nothing at all."
He was certain that in his aunt's eyes, he was still the fragile boy unable to move his body.
Even though he had gained some strength recently, the habitual thinking formed over the years made him still appear as a helpless child in his aunt's eyes.