She was drunk, so she could act recklessly, but Joseph was sober. When facing her question, he didn't answer immediately; instead, he stared at her for a long while.
His eyes were clear but hard to understand. They looked profound and shone like diamonds, while Irish felt uneasy under his gaze. After a long while, Joseph had restored his calm and restrained his wild mood, "It is too late. Have a good rest here."
Joseph moved away from her, and his unique fragrance in the air also vanished, only leaving the smell of alcohol there. She swallowed, and her lips twitched but didn't say anything, looking at his blurry back silently.
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