After Aurelia left the villa, she wanted to have a drink at a bar, but bars required ID and the law stated that anyone below 21 years old was prohibited from drinking. She tried a few bars in vain and could only leave.
Coincidentally, she met her old neighbor, the quiet middle-aged man, on the way. She took the initiative to greet him and chatted, but the man was not good with words. With a smile, he gave her the cans of beer he had just bought.
Aurelia needed the alcohol and did not refuse them.
Accepting the gift, she sat by the road and started drinking quietly.
She had never drunk in the past and nearly spat the beer out in her first sip.
Alcohol was good for getting drunk and forgetting, though. Downing two cans, she was pink and could barely walk straight. Her mind was filled with pink bubbles, and even the night sky felt dreamy.
Aurelia grinned and recalled what she had said when she first met Neil.
"Hey, mister, do you want a jacket?"
If time could be rewound, she would absolutely not sell the jacket to him or allow herself to have any fantasy about him.
She got up to return to the hotel, luckily still recognizing her way back.
Stumbling to the door, she pulled out the keycard and waved it at the door several times. Aside from the beeping sound, the door had no other reaction.
Aurelia checked the card with a squint then looked at the door. Was she staying at 16 or 18… She had no idea.
She supported herself up with the wall, and the door opened from the inside while she was lost. With a chuckle, she looked up to meet a pair of deep eyes.
Neil was in a set of satin pajamas with the chest part opened, looking casual and idle.
Aurelia was dazed, especially when she saw the muscular chest and enchanting long legs.
"You…" She gulped. "What are you doing in my room?"
Neil frowned.
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