Scarlett was reeking of alcohol, her eyes tightly shut, cheeks flushed with drunkenness. Mistaking Ethan's hospital bed for her own, she kicked off her high heels and, without even removing her sheer stockings, crawled under the covers and promptly fell asleep on her side.
"Uh? Auntie..." Ethan was still dazed as the soft body carrying a faint fragrance nestled into his arms—the woman he had been longing for was now lying beside him.
Her wine-red hair spread out on the pillow, mixing the scent of alcohol from her sexy uniform with the fragrance of her shampoo.
It was intoxicating, like a fine red wine, seeping into Ethan's nostrils.
Ethan's calls gradually quieted as he swallowed a gulp of saliva.
His gaze drifted downwards to the short skirt of her uniform, lifted to reveal seductive curves, her long legs wrapped in transparent black stockings, drawing his eyes.