Izabella looked at Victor in embarrassment, but she was looking at things now, her eyes were wobbly, she couldn't see Victor's face clearly at all, she could only probably see the other person looking at herself.
Victor seems to be smiling and not smiling.
But whether he laughed or not, Izabella felt quite ashamed of herself.
She drank some fruit wine for some reason and was fine before, but she became increasingly light-headed when she arrived home.
It is not very uncomfortable, she is even conscious or awake, just can not stand, sit, walk is wobbly.
Izabella bit her lip, saw the arm of the sofa aside, she moved over and stood up holding the arm.
She glanced at Victor and didn't say anything, except that her bright eyes seemed to say "Look, I can walk by myself".
But the ideal is beautiful, the reality is a bit cruel.
Disengaged from the support, Izabella felt that she could not see the road clearly, the stairs were in front of her, she walked east and west.
Victor followed her and did not say a word, just watched her hold the handrail of the stairs step by step up.
She can indeed walk by herself, is originally a dozen seconds to finish the stairs, Izabella hard to walk for more than a minute.
Well back in her room, Izabella couldn't help but sigh with relief, "Victor, I'm in my room."
As soon as she turned around, she saw Victor behind her.
Izabella was embarrassed: "I'm going to wash my face and just, just go to bed."
"Are you sure you can wash your face like this?"
"Yes, you can."
Izabella said, as she walked inside the bathroom.
Victor frowned for a moment and followed her to the bathroom.
Izabella is squeezing toothpaste, only that toothpaste is not aimed at the toothbrush at all, she just squeezed it out, and the toothpaste fell off.
Twice in a row, Izabella, in a rare moment of temper, leaned against a wall, lowered her head, and stared intently at the toothbrush.
Victor was standing in the doorway watching, with a smile inside his peach blossom eyes.
This time, Izabella finally got the toothpaste on her toothbrush and she was happy, "It's working!"
With that, she also glanced at Victor.
Izabella brushed her teeth and washed her face again.
The cold water hit her face and she woke up a little, looking aside the toilet, Izabella's face was hot: "Victor, I'm ready for bed."
Victor saw the way she just looked at the toilet and her earlobes got a little red, "Well, good night."
"Good night, Victor."
Victor turned and went out of the room and even helped her close the door behind her.
Izabella closed the bathroom door and sat down on the toilet.
After washing her face, she sobered up a bit, smelled herself, and wanted to take a shower.
After a moment's hesitation, Izabella held back.
She drank and took a bad bath.
Although she didn't take a shower, Izabella changed her outfit.
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