Hugh Ronan held her waist with one hand and placed the other on his forehead, "Pulling you was to hug you, not to be ruined by you. Be quiet, my head hurts."
It was quite difficult for Wendy Wayne to maintain this position, as half of her body was almost about to fall off.
She pressed her hands against the man's shoulders, furrowing her brows, softening her tone, "Let go first, I'll make you some tea."
Hugh Ronan didn't let go, nor did he speak.
The rich scent of alcohol filled the air, and the atmosphere subtly sprouted a different kind of intimacy.
Wendy Wayne was quiet for a moment, her warm palm gently patting the man's shoulder, "Hugh Ronan."
"Hmm?"
"Let go."
"Not letting go."
Wendy Wayne clenched her fist and used it to tap him, "Stop messing around, I..."
The man suddenly shifted the topic, "Wendy Wayne, if from now on it's just you and me, would you marry me?"
Wendy Wayne's actions suddenly halted, "What?"
