Zuko was now completely sober. He hadn't had time to react when Nicholas dragged him away, and then his ears were filled with the man's voice narrating how he had made full use of the washboard back in the day, how he had pacified Linda, and so on.
While listening to the stories, Zuko found another glass of vodka in his hand. By the end of it, he had lost track of how much he had drunk.
In a daze, he felt a soft hand hooking onto his arm, and a gentle voice whispered in his ear, "You've had so much to drink. What do we do now?"
"Let Zuko stay here! He's not an outsider," Linda said.
"Which room should he stay in?" Lina asked.
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When Zuko woke up, he was lying in a beautiful princess room—Lina's. The air was filled with a familiar fragrance, and a lovely thought crossed his mind.
He had drunk too much yesterday, and it seemed Lina had helped him.
'Did we have…'
Zuko couldn't control his smile and subconsciously felt the space beside him.
However, there was no residual warmth. He lifted the blanket and noticed that his clothes were intact. Nothing had happened. It seemed that the beautiful thought was just his imagination.
Zuko sighed, feeling the lingering effects of alcohol from yesterday as his temples throbbed. The fragrance of the pillow made him unable to resist his wandering thoughts, and he buried his face in it to sniff it repeatedly. Then he moved on to the blanket. After that, he rolled around on the bed, chuckling to himself in satisfaction.
Suddenly, he realized that he should not be content with just this. No, of course not!
He was about to come up with a naughty idea when Lina walked in with some drinks and breakfast, placing it gently on the bedside table.
Zuko quickly lay down and pretended to be asleep.
Lina felt his forehead with worry. Her soft hand moved from his forehead down his cheek, and everywhere her fingertips touched, it ignited a wave of heat in Zuko.
The heat did not go beyond his neck, but a certain part of him seemed to have undergone a significant change.
"Zuko?" Lina called a few times, but he didn't respond.
She sighed, her eyes full of concern. She gently wiped his face with a warm towel and said softly, "You shouldn't force yourself to drink! You drank so much and still can't wake up... My dad's already awake!
"Zuko, Zuko! Did you get alcohol poisoning?"
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