Joshua Campbell propped up Aurora Richardson with one hand as she emerged from the restroom, her complexion pale as paper after vomiting from her drunken state. Her drenched silk hollow skirt clung to her body, showing off her beautiful figure under the soft lighting, making her look especially charming.
"Aurora, you sit here for a while," Joshua helped Aurora sit on the sofa, frowning at her damp skirt.
"Why don't you change into another skirt?" He looked at her with concern: "Wearing wet clothes will make you catch a cold."
"Allen, you're always so kind to me," the drunken Aurora's cheeks were rosy as she spoke with a particularly charming voice, "Allen, if only Joseph was.."
"Didn't we say we wouldn't bring him up while drinking?" Joshua gently comforted the woman in his arms, rubbing her back with his hand.
