Curtis's call was answered by Lailah.
At that time, Dakota was drunk and behaving badly, clinging to Lailah's chest, "Not drunk, I'm not drunk! If there's wine today, I'll drink today! If the moon doesn't sleep, neither do I!"
"Lailah, you just can't hold your liquor! Remember, when Curtis and I get married, you mustn't drink too much!"
Lailah was almost at her wits' end.
She was trying to stop Dakota's wandering hands while trying to talk to Curtis, "She's crazy, Curtis, listen to her, she's even talking about marrying you when she's crazy!"
"Come over quickly and help. Call Jasiah and Noe if they're around. I can't control her at all!"
Curtis felt a throbbing in his head.
He pinched the bridge of his nose, "They're not here, I'll come over. Send me the address."
See, she definitely has a crush on him.
She's spilling her secrets when drunk, even wanting to marry him when intoxicated, and Jasiah and Noe still don't believe it.
Lailah thanked him profusely and agreed immediately.
After hanging up the phone.
The rowdy Dakota suddenly calmed down.
She rubbed against Lailah's chest, whining, "Waaah, Lailah, your chest is so soft."
Lailah: "..."
Ah! Is there anyone to handle this drunkard?
Handle this drunkard who randomly picks a lucky person to take advantage of whenever she gets drunk!
Curtis arrived very quickly.
Lailah took advantage of Dakota's slackening grip, letting go of her as if avoiding a plague and handing her over to Curtis.
Curtis had just entered the door.
He hadn't even had time to react when a sweet, fragrant scent suddenly enveloped him.
Then, the warm and fragrant jade that haunted his dreams every night unexpectedly fell into his arms, and her slender arms wrapped around his strong waist.
Curtis instinctively reached out to catch her.
When his palm touched her lower back, the strong bones stood out sexily, and the protective embrace naturally exuded a masculine aura.
Lailah: "..."
She raised her hands in surrender, "Sorry, pushed too hard, mainly because I was afraid this drunkard might splash more alcohol on me."
Lailah pulled at her clothes to show him.
The hem of her shirt was almost soaked.
"How much did she drink?" Curtis's eyebrows furrowed slightly.
He lowered his eyes to check Dakota's hand, relieved to see that the wound wasn't bleeding or oozing pus.
Lailah pointed to the pile on the coffee table, "Just those, quite a lot. Half went into her, half onto my clothes."
Dakota seemed to have gone crazy tonight.
Dakota acted as if to shut Lailah up every time she tried to gossip about the diamond ring, raising her glass in a dazed state, "If you're my sister, let's drink instead of talking!"
Lailah hadn't drunk much.
Because she knew Dakota's tolerance wasn't great and someone needed to stay sober to keep her in check.
But ultimately, she still couldn't keep Dakota under control.
"The rest is up to you."
Lailah stepped back, "I know you two don't get along, but as a man and her childhood friend, now that you're here, you need to take responsibility. I really can't carry her."
Curtis responded with a low hum.
He came here to take Dakota away, and he had to take her back to their wedding house.
"I'm going to the bathroom to deal with my clothes. Help me control her for a bit, and I'll come back to help you."
Lailah ran off to the bathroom.
Dakota clung to Curtis, lifting her dazed, drunken gaze to him, her smile like a crescent moon, her head tilted, and her cheeks flushed.
"Hehe..."
She blinked her drunken eyes, tiptoed closer, suddenly pulling his shirt out of his pants and slipping her hand onto his abs.
"It's you again! Hot abs guy~"
Then she boldly curled her fingers and pinched twice, the texture as good as ever, firm and springy.
Curtis: "..."
Though he had expected this, his abdomen still tightened uncontrollably.
Curtis looked at her with seemingly lazy eyes.
He was almost amused, "Kota, who taught you this? You deny liking me when you're sober, but every time you get drunk, you start harassing me?"
"Hmm?"
Dakota blinked her drunken eyes, swaying as if not understanding what he was saying.
Curtis didn't bother arguing with a drunk.
His tone was cocky, "Can you still walk?"
Dakota smiled sweetly, leaning into his arms and resting her chin on his collarbone, "Can't."
"I want a hug, baby." she said, opening her arms.
Curtis stared at her with dark eyes for a moment, then faintly raised his lips, though he still gave a light scoff, "Alright."
"For how much you like me."
Dakota ignored him.
Curtis bent down slowly, placing his hands on her waist and behind her knees, lifting her in a princess carry.
He intended to take Dakota away directly.
But the lady in his arms kicked a couple of times, pointing at the sofa, "Go there!"
"Why?" Curtis glanced at her with the corner of his eye.
Dakota blinked her drunken eyes, wrapping her arms around his neck, suddenly tilting her face up to touch his nose with hers.
Curtis held his breath for a moment.
Quite unexpectedly, his vision was met with a pair of blurred, innocent yet dreamy eyes.
Those usually lively and proud eyes were now filled with drunkenness, blending tenderness and allure, hooking him without a trace.
Curtis looked down at her.
He felt those eyes were magnetic, pulling him in irresistibly.
And Dakota was so close, her breath fanning his face as she spoke, "Something fell on the sofa."
She blinked again.
It seemed like she was intentionally flirting with Curtis.
And Curtis sighed softly, turning towards the sofa without suspicion, "What did you drop?"
"Just put me down, I'll find it myself." She hugged his neck, whispering softly near his ear.
Curtis felt a shiver run through his earlobe.
He seemed unable to resist Dakota's manipulation, his heart and soul drawn to her, with desire and infatuation embedded in this midnight flutter.
Dakota obediently held onto Curtis's neck.
Waiting for him to carry her over.
And indeed, Curtis did exactly that, holding her with a strong, sexy display of brawny veins.
Dakota stared at the blue veins on his arm.
Seemingly captivated by him.
Just as Curtis bent down to set her down, he didn't expect that Dakota, who had planned to be mischievous, suddenly tightened her grip around his neck.
Curtis, fearing she'd spill from drinking too much, had his knee on the sofa, lowering her carefully before letting go.
But he didn't expect Dakota to pull such a stunt halfway through.
He was unprepared, his body suddenly tilting forward, thankfully managing to support himself with one arm on the sofa, but still ending up kneeling over Dakota.
