Drunk

"Roland, you look so handsome now! Have you grown up?" Tights took Roland's arm and followed him into the villa's courtyard like a little bird.

"Not yet, this is my transformed state, temporarily transformed into an adult form."

Roland was much taller than Tights, so it looked as if he was hugging Tights. Tights knew the characteristics of Saiyan, and knew that Roland must have cultivated some kind of strange form. She said in a pleasant voice, "I told you you weren't an adult yet, how could you grow up all of a sudden?"

"Oh right, quickly change back to your original form."

"Why?" Roland asked, puzzled.

Tights's lips moved slightly as she whispered in Roland's ear, "It's not Bulma. That girl's a bit of a fangirl; we can't let her see how handsome you are."

Roland said, "Are you afraid I'll be taken away by Bulma?"

Tights solemnly warned, "Anyway, you can't make a move on her!"

"All right."

Roland didn't want to put Tights in a difficult position, so he immediately deactivated his Mimicry, and his originally handsome and tall body instantly transformed back into a child's appearance. Upon seeing this, Tights nodded in satisfaction, "This looks much better. Bulma would never be interested in a child."

If Bulma were to join the competition, Tights would genuinely worry that she would snatch Roland away from her, considering that the younger Bulma completely outclasses her in both age and intelligence.

In terms of age, Bulma was only one year younger than Roland, which could be considered a perfect match, while she herself was more than ten years older. Although the women of the Briefs family had always had ageless appearances, and the years she spent on God-Making Planet had completely changed her qualities, Tights still felt a little guilty.

Leaving aside their intelligence, you can tell who they resemble just by looking at their hair color. Bulma completely inherited Dr. Brief's talent, while Tights herself is just like her mother, Mrs. Brief, with an almost identical carefree personality.

"You're quite cautious," Roland said, looking at Tights amusement.

"Of course, I'm already quite old, and if I don't find someone soon, I'll never get married." Tights somewhat dejectedly. Roland knew, of course, that as the daughter of the richest man, Tights wouldn't have trouble finding a husband, but she wanted to find someone she liked, rather than marrying off just anyone.

"Your parents told you a long time ago that you should come live with me."

"That was just a joke. You were just a child back then." Tights shook her head. She remembered the first time she brought Roland home, Dr. Brief joked that Roland was her little boyfriend. He must have been out of his mind! How old was Roland back then?

But looking at it now, it's actually quite good.

Looking at Roland's still-childish face, and recalling how she had transformed into an adult just now, a ripple of emotion stirred in her eyes, and she said in a barely audible voice, "How about I marry you someday, sister?"

"Well, I see you've been waiting for over a decade." Roland's hearing was naturally sharp enough to hear Tights's soft whispers, and a teasing smile appeared on his face.

Tights's cheeks flushed instantly, and she retorted, "No, that's not true. Don't overthink it."

Just as Tights was feeling extremely embarrassed, Dr. Brief. and Mrs. Brief came over, Tights her a chance to catch her breath. After apologizing to everyone, she ran off alone.

"What's wrong with Tights?" Dr. Brief asked curiously.

"She's probably shy."

Roland beamed with a warm smile, her gentle voice as comforting as a spring breeze. Dr. Brief and Mrs. Brief exchanged a knowing glance, both revealing knowing smiles. If Tights could stay with Roland, even without a formal title, it would be wonderful.

"Miss Sephiria didn't come with you!"

"She's busy cultivating; just bring her some good food when you go back."

Dr. Brief knew Miss Sephiria quite well, and nodded, saying, "I'll have someone prepare the food."

"Don't stand here, let's go to the banquet. It's a private banquet for Tights, so there aren't many people. They're mostly Tights' classmates and friends..." Mrs. Brief introduced. Because of Roland's special status, the Briefs family treated him as family and had him sit at the head of the table with Tights.

Most of the guests attending the birthday party were Tights's classmates and friends, as well as some of her work assistants. Seeing that Roland was sitting with Tights and didn't look very old, they assumed he was Tights's younger brother.

However, it seems that Tights only has a younger sister and no younger brother. Could it be that the Briefs had a son in recent years?

"Hey, you're that handsome guy from earlier, why have you shrunk again?" Bulma asked suspiciously.

Roland replied, "This is how I originally looked."

"Oh, that's no fun then. I thought I'd meet some handsome guys!" Bulma immediately lost interest. "Do you know any handsome guys? Introduce me to some?"

Bulma seems to have inherited Mrs. Brief's infatuation, but thankfully Tights is quite well-behaved. Looking at Bulma's immature face, she secretly grumbled to herself, while Roland said, "I don't know any handsome guys. You're only in middle school, don't spend all your time thinking about finding handsome guys."

"Tch, you look much younger than me, I really don't know what my sister likes about you." Seeing that Roland didn't introduce her to any handsome guys and even seemed to be disciplining her, Bulma immediately pouted unhappily, picked up a glass of juice, and walked away.

"That girl Bulma is getting more and more outrageous, always clamoring to travel." Tights handed over a wine glass, a hint of helplessness on her face as she spoke of Bulma.

Roland said, "How dare you talk about her like that? When you were her age, weren't you running around outside too? How did I end up meeting you back then?"

"That's different. I went to gather materials!" Tights's face was flushed, whether from drinking or something else, it was hard to tell. Roland said, "You sisters are two of a kind, not much different."

"It's still different." Tights sat down next to Roland, leaning slightly to hand him a piece of fruit. "Let me tell you, my novel is a huge hit. We've published the third volume now, and the fourth will be released soon."

"Is that the book <The Galaxy Myth>? How come it's only on its third volume?"

Tights had almost finished writing the first six volumes of the twelve-volume "Galaxy Myth" when she was God-Making Planet. Even if some details needed polishing, it's impossible for it to be published so slowly.

"This is the publisher's idea. One volume every six months is just enough for the market to absorb. It would take six years to publish all of my books. I'm already working on another series." When talking about the achievements of her novel, Tights was radiant, her delicate cheeks flushed.

She gulped down the drink, the pungent liquid causing her to Tights.

"Drink less!"

"It's alright, I can hold my liquor very well," Tights chuckled softly, before quickly becoming tipsy.

After the birthday party, Tights was completely drunk, reeking of alcohol.

"Roland, I'm entrusting Tights to your care. Please take good care of her." Mrs. Brief saw Roland and the others upstairs, then went back to see her guests off.

Roland nodded, his body transforming into an adult form, and then helped Tights back to the room.

"Ugh~"

After getting drunk, Tights started vomiting, the messy vomit staining her dress. "My head hurts so much, why is the ground tilting?"

"You're drunk." Roland picked up Tights.

With her arms naturally wrapped around Roland's neck, Tights's eyes were glazed. "No, I'm not drunk... Uh, I feel so uncomfortable, like I'm floating. I need to cleanse my head with hot water. Roland, let's take a bath together!"

"Quick, help me up."

Tights drunk and babbling incoherently, and slowly drifted off to sleep. Roland glanced at her serene and lotus-like figure, shook his head, and carried her into the bathroom. As the warm water flowed over her body, Tights regained some consciousness.

"For a young lady like you to be this drunk is so undignified. Luckily you're at home; if you were outside, you'd already be taken advantage of."

"Hehe, it's okay if it's you. Actually, I'm thinking of marrying you."

"You said it yourself."

His heart suddenly raced. Looking at Tights's beautiful face, Roland no longer hesitated. He quickly dried the water droplets off both of them with a towel, then picked up Tights and carried her to the bedroom.

The lights weren't turned off, and Roland sat down next to her.