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."

at a loss, Barclay suddenly chuckled lightly and then let

out a silent

back, lost in

floor, intending to leave, but at that moment, Barclay

not like that,

listen to her explanation. Once again, he reached out and pulled her into his arms with a forceful

but she couldn't

that a coincidence? I quite like kissing

the deep voice had even finished, Moira felt

eyes in disbelief as Barclay leaned

did things escalate

this kiss was different from

holding onto her lips, not planning to pull away

his intention and instinctively began, "Mr. Covington,

with an opportunity to deepen

like a fish in

her, her

in a daze, unable to believe she had

began to return. At that moment, she

wasn't her who was drunk.

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