Subtle Influence
Leaving the bathroom, Shen Wuxiao staggered toward the bed.
The room had not been large to begin with, and with the table and dining cart, it felt even more cramped.
Afraid that he might bump into something again, Catherine could only support him back to the bed.
Shen Wuxiao took off his clothes and slipped under the covers.
Then he reached up and tugged Catherine, pulling her to his side.
Then he wrapped an arm around her waist.
Catherine was utterly helpless.
She had never expected Eldest Young Master Shen to be this clingy when drunk.
Gradually, Shen Wuxiao's breathing evened out.
It looked like he had fallen asleep.
Catherine breathed a sigh of relief.
Though he was holding her, he was not making any improper moves. That was still acceptable.
Without realizing it, her bottom line had begun to lower.
She stayed silent for a long while, then carefully studied Shen Wuxiao's face again.
Shen Wuxiao truly was handsome. His looks were one thing, but more importantly, he was the kind of man who became more pleasing to the eye the longer one looked.
The more she looked, the more charm she found in him; he only seemed more handsome, the kind one could never tire of seeing.
As she watched him, her heart began to race uncontrollably.
She hurriedly calmed down and stopped the wild thoughts in her heart.
The room immediately fell quiet.
Catherine had also drunk quite a bit, and now drowsiness washed over her.
Since Shen Wuxiao was holding her around the waist,
she had nowhere to put her hands.
She could only lean against the headboard and wrap one arm around Shen Wuxiao.
In short, it was no different from holding Shen Wuxiao.
Her eyelids fluttered, then finally closed.
The moment she