With his fingers interlocked with Bess's, Steve smiled, "Come with me to see my father? What do you think? "

"What? So soon? " Bess suddenly struggled out of Steve's arms.

"What? You don't want to see my father? " Steve frowned.

Bess hurriedly explained, "No, of course I do, but... Isn't it too soon? We are only eighteen years old! "

"Eighteen years old? I just wanted to you meet my parents, but didn't say that we would get married immediately. I want you to meet my father. You can ask him if I've done anything wrong before and if you are the only one in my heart? " Steve poked her in the face.

Bess blushed, "Don't be kidding."

"I'm not kidding. I'm serious. Are you going or not? I'll book the air ticket! " Steve smiled, "You haven't been home for a long time. It's a good chance that you can go home to see your parents this time. Of course, if you want, I'm willing to go to your home to see your parents. "

Bess patted him on the chest shyly, thoug

om.

In fact, the drunken Wendy meant leaving in her previous life, but fortunately, she fell asleep soon with her arms around Harold. She didn't say anything to arouse Harold's suspicion.

Smelling the scent of the girl next to him, Harold closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The second day, when Wendy woke up, she felt a sharp pain in her head. "Ah..."

"What? Do you have a headache? " As soon as Wendy moved, he woke up.

"Yes, I have a headache!"

Harold stood up in a hurry and brought a glass of water, "Drink some water."

Wendy drank a large glass of hot water. The warm water rolled down her throat and the warmth spread all over her limbs. Only then did Wendy feel better.

Wendy handed the glass over. When she opened her eyes, she noticed that she was still wearing yesterday's clothes and didn't take a shower.

Harold understood what was on Wendy's mind. "You said you could drink a lot yesterday, but you has got wildly drunk after we returned."