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Chapter 265 Oliver Wakes Up After a Hangover

The next day, as sunlight streamed in, Oliver slowly woke up, his head still a little groggy from the previous night's hangover.

Just as I reached out to touch my head, I touched a firm patch of skin. My squinted eyes widened as I looked at the spot I touched. I was still sleeping naked next to him.

Oliver froze instantly, his mind going blank, the haze from his hangover vanishing at the sight of this unexpected scene.

He stared wide-eyed at me, naked beside him, and his heart began to pound uncontrollably.

Instead, I was still sleeping peacefully, the sunlight shining on my skin, outlining its perfect lines.

Oliver's mind raced with countless thoughts as he tried to recall what had happened last night.

But the hangover shattered his memory, leaving only some blurry fragments: drinking, laughing, and then... his face suddenly turned red to the roots of his ears.

He moved his body carefully, trying not to wake me, but he dared not make any big movements, for fear that he might accidentally break the strange and awkward silence.

But the pain in their lower back was proof of their passion last night.

My hand on his waist prevented Oliver from getting up, and he eventually had to give up and lie on the bed.

Helpless, he could only look around the room. Their clothes were scattered haphazardly on the floor, undoubtedly evidence of the madness of the previous night.

Oliver was filled with inner turmoil and panic.

He loved me deeply, but we never went all the way. I never imagined that I would be unable to hold my liquor and something like this would happen.

He seemed a little unsure how to face me after I woke up.

Just as he was lost in thought, I moved the hand that was wrapped around Oliver's waist and let out a satisfied sound.

Oliver's heart was in his throat as he nervously stared at my profile. I slowly opened my eyes, my gaze still somewhat dazed.

When I saw Oliver next to me, I was taken aback at first, and then stared at Oliver's face.

The two looked at each other, and an ambiguous atmosphere filled the air.

"You're awake~" I said lazily, while Oliver's face was already flushed.

“Ayers… what happened to us last night?” Oliver stammered.

"Just look at your own body and you'll know what happened to us last night." I gently kneaded the soft flesh around his waist.

Oliver's body gradually went limp, his eyes filled with lust and love for me.

He quickly pulled the blanket over himself, wrapping himself up tightly, as if that would hide everything from the previous night.

"Ayers, I... what did I do last night?" His voice trembled slightly, and his face was full of shame.

Looking at him like this, a teasing feeling welled up inside me.

"I did everything I should and shouldn't have done," I joked with a smile.

Oliver looked at me with a skeptical expression. "Really? But I..." He hesitated, the blush on his face still lingering.

I sighed and sat up. "Oliver, you're sober now. If you're planning to back out, just consider last night an accident. If you feel guilty, just pretend it never happened."

Oliver wasn't thinking straight last night. Now I'll give him a chance to refuse. If he changes his mind, I'll immediately have my sugar daddy erase all his memories.

Oliver bit his lip and remained silent for a long time.

Oliver took a deep breath and slowly said, "Ayers, I've actually had feelings for you for a long time, but I've never expressed them to you. I just never expected that something like this would happen between us after we got drunk last night."

I smiled and nodded happily. "I understand now. Now come and help me take you to wash up. I think your legs are probably not very strong right now."

Oliver knew that Ayers had accepted him, but because of last night's crazy night, he felt like his legs were completely weak.

Oliver blushed and gave a soft "hmm," but he never dared to meet my gaze.

Oliver and I were completely honest with each other, and we both spoke our minds without reservation.

Their eyes met, and unspoken emotions filled the air. No more words were needed; their hearts were already in sync.

Then, I moved closer to him, who was curled up in the blankets, and a smile unconsciously crept onto my face, my eyes filled with tenderness.

He was picked up along with the blanket, and he struggled slightly. His face turned bright red instantly, as cute as a ripe apple.

"Don't move around," I said softly, carrying him towards the bathroom.

When we got to the bathroom, I gently placed him on the chair next to the sink and first tidied up the blankets and put them aside.

Turn on the tap, adjust the water temperature, wet a towel, and gently wipe his face.

He closed his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, his face showing both shyness and enjoyment.

Then, I squeezed out the toothpaste and handed him the toothbrush. He silently took it and began to wash his face, his movements still somewhat flustered.

I had already filled the tub while he was washing up, so I carried him into the bathtub after he finished brushing his teeth. I washed him clean and then washed myself as well. Finally, I took him out and dried him off, and dried myself off as well.

After washing up, it's time to get dressed.

I opened the wardrobe and selected clean and comfortable clothes.

First, quickly put on your clothes, then take the clothes you chose, turn around and walk to his side.

As I dressed him piece by piece, my gaze involuntarily fell on the "masterpieces" I had left on his body.

Those were the traces of last night's passion. A complex emotion welled up in my heart, a mix of heartache and indescribable satisfaction.

I carefully examined every mark to see if there were any areas where medication needed to be applied.

When his fingers gently touched those marks, his body trembled slightly, and the blush on his face deepened.

"Does it hurt?" I asked softly, my voice full of concern. He shook his head, his eyes filled with a hint of shyness and dependence.

After confirming that there were no wounds that needed treatment, I breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a weight lifted from my shoulders.

After dressing him in his last piece of clothing, I hugged him again, feeling his warmth and heartbeat.

He leaned against me, his hands unconsciously wrapping around my waist, as if that would give him a sense of security.

"I'll be more careful from now on," I whispered in his ear.

He slightly raised his head, met my gaze, his eyes gleaming, and hummed in response.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still, and we enjoyed this unique tranquility and intimacy in each other's arms.

The madness and passion of last night have now transformed into endless tenderness, lingering in our hearts, making us cherish each other even more, and strengthening our resolve to continue on this path together.

"Let's go have breakfast first. I still have a gift for you." She took Oliver's hand and slowly walked out of the room.