"How did you get so drunk? Savannah walked over to him, taking his arm. He's much taller than her, so she couldn't hold him. Bracing him with one arm, she was trying hard to support him. Just then, he struggled slightly, "What are you doing? Don't try to seduce me... go…go away!"
His incoherent words overwhelmed Savannah. It seemed that he drank too much. Was it because of another matter? She comforted him softly, "I'm not trying to seduce you... Can I help you to your room first?"
"Get out! I have a woman -- don't try to seduce me -- " Dylan collapsed in Savannah's arms. She was overcome with a nice warm feeling inside of her. She tried to restrain it, and comforted him softly, "Let's go back to the room first."
