Scarlett Glenn snorted, "As if you've kissed me any less."
She couldn't believe that Ethan entered her hotel room whenever he wanted, and the hotel was just fine with it.
Ethan Herd bent down and bit Scarlett Glenn's lips, "Can he compare to me? He is just an old man, yet he kissed you...hmpf...I'll kill him."
Ethan reeked of alcohol, and Scarlett Glenn couldn't figure out how much he had drunk; he seemed to have been soaking in a wine vat for days and nights.
Scarlett Glenn tried to push him away, "Why didn't you drink yourself to death with your uncle outside? Go away."
Ethan Herd scoffed, "No, I won't leave. I want to stay."
Scarlett Glenn, damn, how is this any different from being sober? He caught on quickly.
Scarlett Glenn gritted her teeth, "Then get out of the way. This is my room, and you have no money. Go sleep on the main street, and don't share my bed."
Ethan Herd didn't know whether he was drunk or not, mumbling, "I won't go. I want to be with you..."
