Just as Moira was at a loss, suddenly a light bulb went off in her head. "I got it!"

"Really?"

For some reason, every time Barclay said those words, Moira felt like he didn't believe her.

Now, upon hearing it again, she reflexively felt embarrassed and guilty. "Yes, really."

"Oh." He responded and let go of the hand that had been resting on her back, though his left hand on her waist remained.

Moira could feel him gently touching her spine, each touch so light, and it felt like he barely touched her at all.

"You seemed to like it when I touched you the last two times you got drunk."

"I don't remember."

"Shall I help you remember?"

Moira was dumbfounded upon hearing this.

She had no idea how to respond!

What should she say?

"I'm kidding."

suddenly

out a silent

back, lost in

floor, intending to leave, but at that moment, Barclay beside her suddenly turned his head and looked

that, Mr.

listen to her explanation. Once again, he reached out and pulled her

sensed that something was off with Barclay, but she couldn't quite

a coincidence? I quite like kissing you

the deep voice had even finished, Moira felt a

widened her eyes in disbelief as Barclay leaned in

did things escalate

realized that this kiss was different from the playful ones

lips, not planning to pull

realized his intention and instinctively

provided Barclay with

she was like a fish in boiling

released her, her mind was still

daze, unable to believe she

slowly calmed down, Moira's thoughts began to return. At that moment, she finally realized

wasn't her who was drunk. It

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