"Young master, wait... drink the hangover soup before sleeping... uh hum..."
Harrison Lucas was tossed onto the large bed by Jordan Lancaster.
As a soldier, his bed was hard and not soft at all; this toss nearly split Harrison Lucas's backside.
Harrison Lucas held onto his aching behind and lifted his pair of cool, jet-black eyes.
Just after a shower, her eyes were clear and bright, covered with a layer of mist due to the pain.
She knew that every time the young master got drunk, he liked to hold her while sleeping.
He would hold her and gently call her 'sweetheart,' but he wouldn't do any other unnecessary actions; holding her was enough to sleep through till dawn, quiet and peaceful.
His arms were solid and strong, and his embrace was completely different from his usual cold and indifferent demeanor, so firm and fiery.
