Chapter 1587 Stupid Alcohol

"Ah~ this feels so wonderful..."

"Would you like to try something new?"

"Isn't this exciting enough, okay~ let's do it!"

Francis, with flushed cheeks, looked at him with bright eyes, waiting for the next surprise.

Aiden ran back from the kitchen with a small jar, which contained some cloudy liquid soaked in something.

"Kimchi, come and try it!" Aiden unscrewed the lid, and a sour refreshment came over his face.

Francis, who smelled it, was a little discouraged. The smell is not very pleasant!

Aiden used chopsticks to take out a small section, stuffed what looked like a rotten leaf into his mouth, closed his eyes intoxicated, and chewed.

"Are you sure it's edible?" Francis was skeptical, but Aiden's expression of enjoyment was full of temptation.

Francis was torn, not sure if she should try it.

"You'll regret it if you don't try it for yourself." Aiden opened his eyes and took another sip with a face full of approval.

"Okay, I'll just have some." With deep guard, Francis took out one and put it on the plate.

Then he used a knife to cut off a small dot about one-fifth the size of a fingernail, closed his eyes as if he was giving generously, and put it into his mouth with a frown.

"Wow!" Tasting that peculiar taste, suppressing the hotness in his mouth and throat, Francis opened his eyes in surprise.

"I said, it won't make you regret it." Aiden smiled, pointing at the kimchi in the jar.

Soon he couldn't laugh anymore, because Francis completely let go of the state, that is, a can of pickles went into her stomach, and even half of the soup was eaten.

With nothing to relieve the spiciness, Aiden can only find cold beer.

"I want a can too!" Francis snatched the beer from his hand and drank it boldly.

The two ate this hot pot meal for nearly 3 hours, and empty beer cans were thrown everywhere.

Francis's cheeks were flushed, and he propped his cheeks with his hands slightly drunk, and looked at him bit by bit, "Do you want another can?"

"You look a little drunk, I'll clean up these." Aiden said, pointing to the trash on the table and on the ground.

It's just a dozen cans of beer, which is nothing compared to his drinking capacity.

"No, I want another can." Francis burped as she spoke, her eyelids were so heavy that she could hardly keep them open.

"It's time for you to go to bed." Aiden couldn't help but pull her up and walk towards the room.

Francis dresses sexy, even more so at home.

A pair of Star-Spangled Banner shorts and a vest, Aiden saw a little too much when he held her up.

And the elasticity on the arm surprised him with Francis' figure and open mind.

Liberating 'shackles' is the new watchword for women's rights, and Francis learned it quickly because she has been completely liberated.

Helping her to the bed in the room, Aiden shook his head speechlessly, took off the slippers on her feet, let her whole body lie on the bed, and pulled up the bed.

"Don't go." Francis stretched his arms around his neck and said obsessively, "Aiden, why do you always push me away?"

"You're drunk." Aiden took her hand off with a laugh.

Francis yelled: "No, I'm not drunk, I still want to drink."

Gently removing her hand and covering her with a blanket, Aiden returned to the living room to clean up the mess.

While washing the dishes, a footstep gradually approached, and before he could turn around, he hugged him from behind.

"Wow, aren't you sleeping?" Smelling the familiar scent of perfume, Aiden knew that the person behind was Francis.

"I need water." Francis murmured, "I'm dying of thirst!"

"The water is in the refrigerator, not mine." Feeling the tighter and tighter body behind him, he knew that Francis didn't listen at all.

The touch of the back rubbing made his male hormones heat up, and he was no longer the pure boy he was before.

It was one night during their vacation in Bermuda, and it was a wonderful night, one that Aiden still remembers vividly.

Knowing the taste from the marrow, the delicious taste is naturally not so easy to forget.

What's more, he hasn't touched a woman for three months.

"Can you let me go, go to the refrigerator to get water, and get me a bottle?" Aiden said helplessly, putting down the plate in his hand; "I think the room is a little too hot."

"Is it hot?" Francis opened his eyes blankly and looked around while still in a state of drunkenness.

Then she saw the mosaic picture of herself standing in the kitchen wearing only a cute little dalmatian with her upper body free.

"Okay!" Francis sobered up most of the wine, and found that Aiden hadn't turned his head, raised his hands to hug himself, and rushed back upstairs as fast as he could.

"Huh~" Aiden wiped the sweat from his brow, curled his lips and said; "I just said it was too hot."

The episode last night made the atmosphere in the house no longer pure.

You must know that Francis is still a pure girl, although she is very persistent in her feelings, and stubbornly believes that if she wants to get something, she must fight hard.

But this doesn't mean that she will make such an astonishing move... Dedication?

It wasn't part of her plan, "Damn stupid alcohol."

It wasn't until the time couldn't be delayed any longer that Francis opened the door, rubbing her hands and feet. The sound from the kitchen made her a little embarrassed.

"Hi, are you up?" Hearing the footsteps on the stairs, Aiden greeted as usual, "Here is milk, drink some will make you feel better."

"Thank you." Francis stood by the dining table in a daze, not knowing where to put his hands.

Aiden continued to make preparations for the trip as if he didn't remember anything.

Today, Francis deliberately changed her attire, finding only a few round-neck shirts and long-leg jeans from the bedroom that had been converted into a cloakroom.

This is already her most conservative dress, and in her eyes, this season is the time to show off her figure, so it is really stupid to wear it like this.

But considering last night's embarrassment, Francis forced himself to ignore the season issue.

"The clothes are beautiful, are you ready to go?" Aiden asked after breakfast and took the dishes to the kitchen, holding up his schoolbag.

"Yes." Francis picked it up as if he had been stung by something, grabbed his bag and fled.

The breakfast on the table did not move, because all her thoughts were on how to avoid embarrassment.

"See you tonight."

"See you tonight."

After saying goodbye at the school gate, Aiden went straight to the sports room.

The punishment is over, and he now needs to report to the team, which he had previously agreed with the principal.

The team didn't practice today, so the coach should be in the office on the second floor of the sports room, and Aiden found him smoothly.

"Hi, coach." Aiden knocked on the door and walked in, "Aiden Bran."

"I know, Aiden." The coach warmly invited him to sit down, "Our football star, what can I do for you."

"I'm here to join the team. Principal Mike should have told you." Aiden thought he would know.