"Of course, of course." Peggy Lewis nodded repeatedly.
Seeing that Lyke Zhekova was truly drunk, unusually meek, and even a tad dorky, Peggy plucked up her courage.
The current Lyke was like a real-life 1:1 human doll.
Peggy felt that no matter what she did, Lyke wouldn't resist.
Of course, Peggy wouldn't do anything too extreme.
She didn't have such daring intentions or such daring courage.
But seeing Lyke's rarely seen good-boy behavior, she wanted to tease him a little.
Last time Lyke got drunk his consciousness was still clear.
He could even take care of his bathing.
But not like now, Lyke was so drunk he couldn't even be mindful of hygiene.
Peggy held Lyke's face, boldy kissed his cheek and said, "See, I even kissed you, I'm not repelled."
Her tone resembled one would use to coax a child.
Lyke obediently nodded.
Perhaps because of the hangover relief candy, Lyke felt much better now.
