"Mhmm… mom…"
"It's good… in your arms."
"Hot… feeling… uncomfortable."
"Best… naked."
Inebriated, as my consciousness slipped on and off, I remember murmuring some incomprehensible words while I was being carried by my shoulders and put to bed that smelled like sandalwood and flowers.
Finally, I felt the itchiness and burning sensation over my skin disappear as the touch of something soft and cool body wrapped around my body.
And with that softness enveloping me, I completely drowned in the world of my dreamland.
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Sylvia, with a little tint of rosiness adorning her milky white face, looked endearingly at the face of her darling son, who was sleeping beside her.
Just like the others present in that day's banquet, she was also under the effects of alcohol.
However, when compared to her son, who guzzled down the wine goblet after goblet just like water, the rest were moderate in their drinking.
