The coolness of ate autumn morning hit him, and he found his body cool, and when he looked down, all that was left on him was a pair of boxers.


    He blushed and screwed up his face, looked at himself and then at Margarita Jones, carefully remembering what happened yesterday.


    But …


    All he could remember was drinking with Margarita Jones in the living room yesterday, and then assisting Margarita Jones back to the bedroom.


    And then …


    Mudd.


    And then he couldn’t remember anything!


    Margarita Jones sat down on the bed, lifted up the bedding a little, took a look, and realized that there was nothing left but two pieces of underwear on her body.


    Her mind went nk.


    Yesterday, what happened yesterday?


    She raised her hand to her forehead and sighed, pointing her long jade finger at the door, “Get out!”


    Ethan was embarrassed, immediately picked up the scattered pants on the floor and put them on in a panic, buckle the belt, and only then pretended to look at Margarita Jones, “That … yesterday … yesterday is really I’m sorry.”


    It was the wine that caused the trouble.


    Drink so much why!Têxt belongs to N?velDrama.Org.


    He med himself.


    But Ethan, who had never touched a woman before, hesitated and said, “I … will be responsible for you. By the way …”


    He stepped forward and pulled out his wallet from his suit pants pocket, fished out the three bank cards inside and handed them to Margarita Jones, “These are the three cards I use often, which are the money saved over the years. It’s not much, but it’s enough to support you. You can consider …”


    “Consider what?”


    Margarita Jones raised her eyes, her cool face haloed with anger, “Consider marrying you? Nuts, get out!”


    Ethan froze, and was at a loss as to how to react.


    What happenedst night waspletely unexpected and came so suddenly that he was at a loss for words.


    “I’m warning you, what happened yesterday, you better forget about it.” Margarita Jones warned him.


    Ethan nodded woodenly, “Don’t worry, I’ll keep it a secret. But … you think about it, and if, if you figure it out, I will definitely be responsible for you to the end.”


    After saying that, he looked flustered and picked up his shirt, panicked a batch of left the bedroom and closed the door of the room tightly.


    After she left, Margarita Jones copsed in a straight heap andy on her bed, carefully recalling the events of yesterday.


    She was drunk as hell, and Ethan was just as drunk.


    Then Ethan helped her back to the room, and she seemed to get vomit on Ethan’s body, and Ethan went straight to the bathroom to wash the dirt off his body with water as if he was mad.


    Then …


    “Ahhhhhhhh, it’s going crazy.”


    Margarita Jones held her head in her hands and growled a few times in annoyance.


    She’d had so much to drinkst night that she couldn’t remember anything at all, and neither could Ethan.


    But in fact, Ethan helped Margarita Jones back to the bedroom, only to have Margarita Jones throw up on Ethan, and Ethan went straight to the bathroom and showered off the mess and cleaned up the vomit on the floor, almost as if he were going crazy.


    After getting everything done, he came out of the bathroom with his head in the clouds, took off his wet clothes and got under the covers.


    And Margarita Jones is used to sleeping naked, in the sleep unconsciously took off his clothes, to make the embarrassing situation today.


    But neither of them can remember what happened today.


    Ethan walked out of Margarita Jones’ room, the man still arranging the clothes on his body, muttering, “Why are the clothes wet?”


    His brow knitted into a twist as he thought about …


    Could it be that he and Margarita Jones had too much fun yesterday, had some passion under the shower in the bathroom, and then rolled into bed, that’s why his clothes were wet?


    The thought of this, his steps a meal, lightly wrinkled brow, wrinkled a little more fierce.